Nocturne

[vaneramos]

Dictators vie for mastery
of hours and appetite.

Sitting still in cluttered rooms,
furniture can't rearrange
to catch earth's shifting polarity.
Life won't even align
along magnetic fields
or tidal sway of quixotic moon.

Northern lights
have gone adrift over Siberia,
effervescent mermaids
enter an archipelago dweller's
midday nightmare.

While home slate shingle
roofs collapse on a bedside table
drown sagging alarm clock
and deflated condoms.

A spent night of remembrance
traced frontal countenance targets
taking political prisoners.

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First draft, constructive criticism welcome.