JD Jenkins

All this noise below us

All this noise below us
And all this sky watching

The bottles broken and
The police car flashing and
The ambulance weeping

Amid the blurry outline of
What we do in the dark
The neoned
The shadowed

All this noise
Down here

And above the Moon
Without judgment
Above the sea clouds
Without schedule

Coating this muted dome
But only after the bottles break
Only after we reach the bed
With eyes closed for tomorrow

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