Oh,
There
Must be something more you’re seeing.
.
That’s
Why you stare
An extra three seconds
With moonlight, lampshade eyes,
.
Before we
Go do
What I had suggested anyway,
With shaky hands before the closing of one more terrarium.
.
Oh,
There
Must be something more
.
You’re seeing, which is why
I never see you,
You’re hiding
Behind the
Moon’s new phase
With brandished artillery
Pointed at the insides of my eyeballs
To allot frozen meaning down onto individual astrologies
Standing naked on the dunes.