Close-Midnight Poem by Natasha Ashwe

[I wrote this for some vampires I happen to know...]

Yellow moon glows like a coyote’s yellow eye
Scans over the earth as it dominates the sky
Black road throws out its long pot-holed tongue
But who will be slowly undone?

Clouds stand
Defying the slothfully borne wind
Dark testifies to the cosmic eggnog wedding
Transformed circumstance blots out the star’s scorn
But who will be slowly reborn?

Queasy and nauseous
We’re flaming, we’re stoned
Relentless, rebellious, we’re sphinx trick questions
Darting out into the stare of our anti-sun
Brisk, resolved
We come

Swallowed alive by the light of a dream ship
Turned over in the tangy sting of a mouthful
Of a liquor sip
Close-Midnight’s twilight kisses our souls stun-gunned
Slowly we become the ones.