My heel flashes in the

dark side of twilight but

I imagine myself

invisible tonight.

The call of the wolf and

a trick of the light will

lead me to running

the alleys tonight.

 

It’s a scent in the air and

a thing in my blood that

leads me over the levee in

a runaway flood.

The art of my darkness can

deepen the swell in

a country where no one

cares if you’re well.

 

My first failure and

my last goodbye

set me adrift with

compass awry.

The misty moonlight in

the month of May when

the missiles of Moscow

were pointing this way.

 

Don’t forget how far we’ve come

just the same it’s time to go

why labor to find the sum

when the last war

may have just begun.

 

Your face is the

quietest blue in the night and

you’re pretending that

all we are saying is right

this dream approaches the

shores of delight

until you begin to

fade from my sight.

 

My first failure and

my last goodbye

set me adrift with

compass awry.

The misty moonlight in

the month of May when

the missiles of Moscow

were pointing this way.

 

-Danny Grosso