vampire world

in the (moon’s mirror)
is our earth reflected there . . .
or some “vampire world”

my hard-earned

can’t see the future
standing on foreshortened stilts . . .
and all my hard-earned

nightfall

clawing for the door
out he blundered helplessly . . .
violent nightfall

now half

running out of food
the fridge is now half empty . . .
half full of boring

tranquil pond

my shimmering moon
maintains its ardent motions . . .
in the tranquil pond

to glimpse

windows ice glazed whorls . . .
swirl an eye-shaped hole to glimpse
Winter’s twirl-pageant