black is my favorite color,
and I wear it well, a ghost
traveling through the night
journeying from 2 am to anywhere

I stop to look at no-one
sounds disturb my peace, like
the screech of an owl dump-truck

dump-fuck, the best kind,
the best you've ever had
until next time comes along for
betrayal causing endless misery

misery leaves temporarily to
skulk somewhere else, hating
the sight of the moon like
a memory one hopes to lose
eventually.