My Playground

[litmatches]

Down the street
In the gutter, I pace
Cold night at 11 o’clock
Moonshines upon the sound
Tapping of my shoes
Until I reach a fence
Can’t ‘Do Not Enter’
For I have thoughts to spill
Unfinished playground
And unfinished feelings
Conversation with the moon
Eye contact with a star
Holding hands with cold chains
Suspending me in illusion
As if everything is okay
And at 1 o’clock
When the dew is settled on me
It’s about that time
When reality snaps into place