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CREEPING THE FEB MOON

 

 

You are no way welcome out here,

your brain curling upwards, upwards

like the smoke of a cheap cigar, the sky

 

curving down like a bowl turned, turned

upside on the rim.

New moon invisible except, except

 

for the round blackness with no damned stars.

You are no way welcome out here. Out here,

night or day, it’s like walking

 

home in the rain. & you are being followed

by rubber boots. No way,,

you are no way welcome out here.