///REM///

in the shock of the night

chills chase my cheekbones

hair amess, mine & the homeless'

homes born from haunted hotels

circling for the perfect space

the perfect frame

driving up, backing up

going in, fitting in

inside is outside & outside is in

those green brown hazel eyes

matching nature & the muddy skies

the haziest disguise

foreseeing food for the future

& retro memories trailing behind

the sun sets, the son of a mother--the moon

behind us, fondly: a night, a morning, & an afternoon