the 4 a.m. club

the four a.m. club
is for nightingales and madmen.
we eat the cat food of the soul.
it’s not bad if you have crackers.
werewolves are coming in
for shore leave. they want,
they need more tattoos.
they don’t want to fall in love.
they only want someone
to hold their paws
when they get a brand new tattoo.
someone whose eyes
will sparkle and then disappear.



Forgiveness is a mercy
I go live under a wet stone
a salamander with fire on my back
an afterimage of memory
I will never know
what whips my dreams
I can’t see my tattoo
on my own back
burning down into my sleep
There are no mirrors here
in wetness under a stone