Once at Midnight

Here, on the fringes of the night

a distant sun is shining bright.

It is reflected by our moon

which is going to descend soon.

In fact it’s getting darker now.

Soon as black as inside a cow.

All of this is an illusion

which causes lots of confusion.

We live in a strange universe

where confusion is getting worse.

I would like to remain in here

because her milk now tastes like beer.

I don’t know why i feel like that;

for warm beer is awfully flat.

Walt Abbott–11-19-200