Night Moves

funny how questionless sons
working on dead gregorians
snows grace on top of calamities
truckless, poised to sneak outside
where guerillas are behind curtains
gestureless, sleeps it off
but, regret is your artistry
silencing charlie brown morning
that duty is so spanish
to pair with red table wine
bereft of morality tales
are contents of my refrigerator
of substance with weakness
open how the night moves