Poem-A-Day #290 : Nightscape

Nightscape

On your skin

A color like purple

It thighs and glides across surfaces

A woman is thrown into the pool of a taxi

There is night and then there is city

Each thing defines itself against the void of space

Your eyes are glares

The streetlight blinks yellow banishing color

Mono

A wish to be the reflection in your sweat

The smell of garbage

A rat across your foot

Uber and crash

Your teeth are violet

Poem-A-Day #202 : The Moirai

The Moirai

          - the taxi will ask again - the answer will be the same
there is not destination -

                                                  - the drawing lots is done
all left is the manner of cutting -
          the implements wrap neatly
          in butcher paper
          and polished so tightly