"Night" (New poem, 2021/12/04)

I am transmitting night
there are cool crystal flowers in sky tents
ready to ripe
and sow again
the bosom of planets

there are ghosts of dusk at the junction
passing anonymous freight trains
into the abyss
of rebirth
storm coming slowly
from the car sitting on top of the mount
passengers gazing down
thinking what's theirs to keep

night is transmitting me
she is patient on a motorcycle
speeding through the suburbs
crucified, free
life articulate

she tempts the city to an orgy
sinning and whipping their eyes with dawn
butterflies sparkling frost in her hand

transmission is my night
easy country songs on the radio
wiping out atomic ash easy listening
that I took to bachelor's pad
along with books on survival

I will stay in this bunker
there are good and bad microrhythms
serving the binaural cosmos
tea and pancakes and crayons
writing poems in white

I am night's transmission
empty seeds of clouds
blurred edges of an obsidian knife
ashen Mayan temple
skin on stone on religion

there will be other junky travelers
sped up to 45
from their lounge of guilt and sandpaper voice
where satin sheet folly never ends
and chicks come home late
to watch the band rehearse...
oh, this will be the night