Slipping

Jeans slipping down a moon like a thigh

A moon like a thigh slipping out of the night sky

The night sky slipping down a raccoon highway

My highway is green mists of night slipping by

Green moons, white thighs, a slip of time

The death’s head hawkmoth spreading wide

Orbs of eye in the head lights tonight

Black masks, blindfolds, a luna moth in flight