{johnny on the spot.}

windows see the world,
and my glasses are always
falling from my face.

the night beats loudly.
silent howling at the moon,
city streets below.

lovers, shut your blinds.
this intimate solitude,
incomparable.

up the spinal base
thoughts cannot stop their creeping,
and i am lonely,

constantly counting
to quiet nightly stirrings.
we are only sheep.

cattle cannot see
the world keeping them captured.
they never escape.