Night In A Concrete Tunnel

Night in a concrete tunnel smells like petrol
Like gasoline
Step into the role
You sit
And effervesce with me

Into the reality
Passing overhead
Over beds
That travel in towers

In pinstripe bags
Of full-grown shoes
I’ll show you the night shift
Hidden in my silver candle sticks
Ecco ti qua
Right here in front of my eyes
Like a soldier
Stolid
So happy that the war is over

Content to cross echoes in the ears
Off the floor and walls
And electric lights

Content to place roads underfoot
To put salt in the sea
And to kick away rocks
Where rocks mustn’t be

Climbing brick for brick for brick
Painted white by startled light
Don’t stop for me now
And give to me
And give to me
My seventh night
My eighth and ninth
My final tenth
My tenth night of moons
In the ten-score folds of black

Stop the screen to stack it on my stand
And find the light
The colored right
To hack it on my hand
The tickets on my knuckles
Purple traces fate and spades
Strap to hack it on my fists
Like all my fingers on parade

Dull thud
Deep recede
Reverberation
For somewhere find
The end of the street
Into distance

These days I knew
A precious sight
That fades away too soon

They know the heat
It takes to light
A candle on the moon