Only The Night Knows

Night is certainly more novel and less profane than day. - Thoreau

aimed, tossed darts

poured out hearts

spilled wine

lost time

crinkled bags of stale cheetos

rumpled, hangerless tuxedoes

dropped libidos

zeroed in torpedoes

straight-talking, whispered prose

where the moon dances and goes

a few of those esoteric things that

only the night knows

Author's Note

"Do not despair of life. Think of the fox, prowling in a winter night to satisfy his hunger. His race survives; I do not believe any of them ever committed suicide." - Thoreau