Radio Silence

only the night monsters 
make noise, especially
when I am trying to sleep
after a day of days.

I want to eat this town,
this ridiculous planet,
because I hate it,
because they ate me first. 

her tongue touches my dreams,
and my poetry leaves;
these are the slow parts
in a new universe. 

trying to find a mask
that fits me,
down on the silver
to please the diehards.