an evening alone with the air
as rain seduces my milieu

a vast and clouded
velvet sky
stained purple by
the night
and pendulous
ponderances of rain
caresses silence of an
undefined means.

a sordid sort of silence
with a stench
of rotting pumpkins and
pixie dust.
the ground is
cold and moisture
that will become frost on the brow
of truth
nibbles the tips of my
toes
and the air is nibbling too
nipping at my neck and
ear lobes.
the moon hides
behind a puffy shroud
and silken shash-ed
stars blink down on
the breast
of a city scape.
and what perfect silence
and ignorance
to anything but
the purple
velvet clouds
and the air that bites
my ears