Mars Night

i
sleep under a circus tent
under a pinwheel chandelier
reading
Anna Karenina by firefly-light
tucked into my scarlet lofty cocoon ~
locusts thrum & hum
as stars
dirty-honey thick
call ...
owls and the masked ones
broken & bare
thick . . .
pulling at indigo dreams tripped out on
summer dust & particle physics
pulling through skin caught out on a cool august night
stark & stunned . .
pulling slumbered tendrils up to the milky white haze-light
to feed
the
souls of love warriors & poets cognac
pulling it free to tightrope walk its way
to distant planets
on fluffy socked tiptoes

never
looking
back . .