BY JAY WELLER
IN THE GROAN OF THE NIGHT
THE MOON’S SHIMMERING LIGHT
CASTE UPON SOMBER PEWS
PAPER BAGS AND SPILT BOOZE
IN THE GROAN OF THE NIGHT
BEND CITY STREET LIGHTS
THAT SEARCH INTO THE PORES
OF THE HOLLOW VEIN WHORES
IN THE GROAN OF THE NIGHT
COMES THE SERPENTINE BITE
THAT GLIDES ‘CROSS THE FLOORS
AND WAITS AT THE DOOR
IN THE GROAN OF THE NIGHT
THE DARK CREATURES IGNITE
WITH NO AUDIO CLUES
BUT THE THUD OF THE NEWS