By: Justin Oberg
The Cheshire Moon is shining
and streetlights seem so high tonight to pollute
the light around his dome and shroud his cratered head
And zombies walk the streets tonight
As everything is still
And as I enter an unlit place
The hunter leaps for thwarted kill
The twists and turns of palm trees rise and fall
As if the sea bent to land to will
And returning safely home I am
With strangers passing by me
In cocoons protruding light
Stark rushed travelers searching for the space
Of night
Driving toward that Cheshire Moon
I’m slowly counting graces
For tiny spotlights over him
Reveal Cheshire faces
And North stars command me home
Back to where I belong
To hear a melancholy blonde girl croon
A melancholy song
My light cocoon is finished
The button has been pressed
My ambient gleam in darkness fades
And I am home again