Tonight - Algebra Suicide

Tonight there is no moonlight;

no fragrance, no rawness, no luck

And lovers retreat to the Ego motel

At times, colored birds would leave their nests, go espionage hunting for

something hard

Sex or jazz or both.

But not tonight

Yesterday, a deaf man stole a car, attracted by the garter hanging on the

rearview

Tonight, he sleeps in a normal bed, dreaming of empty beehives

The compulsive are not leaping plead naked into the lake

There are no fresh bridges to jump from

A conspiracy among the unborn.

Procrastinate another day.

All kicking in the

labor room

Flattens to a hum.

And that light in the sky isn’t Venus, but the lost signals

of a flashlight

That the meterman dropped at noon