Jenkins (5)

Jim Jenkins

All this noise below us

All this noise below us
And all this sky watching

The bottles broken and
The police car flashing and
The ambulance weeping

Amid the blurry outline of
What we do in the dark
The neoned
The shadow

All this noise
Down here

And above the Moon
Without judgment
Above the sea clouds
Without schedule

Painting a silent sky
But only once the bottles broken
Only once we reach the bed
Not once seeing the sky above

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