Blue Moon Tor-chula

The night dropping
from the sky
like a lead cadillac

Boom boom boom (John Lee Hooker)

& I could be slashing back
to Costa Azul like a nail
driven into the heart

take whatever’s left
glancing back over yr shoulder

standing on the steps of
a more classical rendition of the same
war of attrition

where you’re just another
pillar of flame