night poem no.4

sometimes you may look out into a night
just to wonder what else is broken

the edges of silver silence spurs rake
the flanks of each syllable we've spoken

the lines of letters rude gestures
flung from the window of a quarter ton
truck

it's paint is shiny in the night
atomic blue

the edges of silent spurs starlight burrs
flay moonflank

orion's shanks thunk like boot heels
a showdown in heaven

all this blackness blowing around high noon

the night horizon drowns him like a sea

the stars blink wild as pistolshots

the earth turns her back on you