we think of monkey like creatures
in atmosphere
in thick clouds that droop, touching land

or maybe it’s the young girl in black latex
faceless, stooping on the ledge
tight rubber vaginal
making a noise in her throat
to catch attention

it’s night enough
that children are heard running
(only in our heads)
something born of thought
but not the aircraft
slowly sailing above
that’s a real thing
blinking with light

we cannot hear its roar

mind, populated
stranger, somewhere, clinking a lost lighter
silver light caught in nocturne
a smell of gasoline
etheric entities
loosed from people half seen…

it’s night enough

#irvingpaulpereira #xol #poetry #sglit


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