when the too red sun is almost gone
i turn and face the coming night
the dark lavender sky
stars shimmer through smoke
flickering airplane lights
streetlights encircled
by needles and moths
the monstrous howl of distant engines
crickets singing somewhere
fireflies and traffic lights flash
on and off trapped in cycles
and it pains me to think
i hope we don’t make it
i’m sad to say that’s the truth
and i pointlessly worry at the world
my boys will come to accept
as just the way it is and
we do what we can and
shaking our monkey heads
shrugging shoulders bare palms up
as if to say ooh ooh eee eee
that will have to suffice
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