The Spill Drip Trap
it’s midnight on the train
the moon is sphering clouds
everything above is cold below
& so it goes
this midnight is my dream
the moon it does parade
my tempest is a globe
everything above is cold below
& so it goes
this moonlight is my storm
it’s midnight in my brain
the moon is sphering globes
everything above is down below
& so it goes
this midnight growing cold
& so it goes
this moonlight is my life