BY APERTURES

the moonlight beam
a silver blaze
down the curtain gap

is broken

by nights 

black erasure

& arrives as a bullion bar

smelted by apertures
on the rumpled sheets & me

BABY JOHANSEN

papa !

baby johansen cries
early development gifted

observes for the first time-
n o r m a l i t y

papa !

he cries

what the fuck are you doing !

~

baby johansen- 
pities
nights
grey
auditor

pale moonlight
in
a
black mirror ?

baby johansen says

that does not add up at all

~

theres little cats

baby johansen says

baby johansen-
found delight

little cats
with
little faces

he says

little cats-
make way down 
garden fence wall

~

cousins

baby johansen muses

they
are
a
weird
mirror

weird siblings
of
the
moonlight

then-
papa
night auditors number ?

papa . . ?

~

the dishes are
where they are

baby johansen says
dead serious

computer: end program
he says
then-
computer: drury lane rain

baby johansen
overtired- 

my body papa !
it speaks cipher
i
cannot
decode

~

papa-
lifts head from hands
fetches changing mat

wonders-
what
have
we
done ?

pic from banorama.com

MOONLIGHT FIST

why not
unclench your dilemma fists ?

  theyre
  tense
  like
grasping a last-order twenty
  in
    a
      sweaty bar
        nameless
        and 
        thirsty

why not
let
the
timid 
light
in
at moonlight o clock ?

  the night is still the night

  still
  smells of magic
    and 
    the stars are still stars
    shining
    timid light
    on 
  precious and gentle somethings 
    
      and
    while the world 
    is still the world
      sneaky 
      fantasy
      still
      slips
        its
        pretend and ugly
        covers

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