Long After Dark

a train carrying
contraband cargo
passes by farms
and hills
on its way to a depot
hidden
far underground

while men in masks
and bio hazard suits
prepare for a disaster
and plot a course
for the stars

but oh the wind blows
hard here
and will not dissipate
until long after dark

Eros

sleepless
I sit on the bank

of Lake Ray Hubbard
and look out

into the blank pornography
of the night

(the water rises to meet me)
I can see the blue-green

light of a boat in the distance
while a fish floats by

on undulating waves
its white belly bathed

in a hallucinatory radiance
(unknowable)

I can have none of this
I have no thoughts

(a faint echo of stars)
the descent

of an unidentified
but topless sky