A stark black velvet curtain
Full of perfect holes
and bright constellations.
It is always this vivid
Over at my parents house,
You can lie on the lawn,
Put on Dark Side of the Moon,
Get lost all night searching
For the cosmos within yourself.
The waning crescent moon shone
Brilliant over Yaquina Bay.
White ripples dance on the water
Looking like another Milky Way.
I wish I didn't have to go home
Where I have no grass to lie down on
Or a view of my idea of heaven,
Just my four cats to cuddle
While listening to the sound of passing trains
Or the slow rumble of the paper mill
While I try to read Kerouac
So I may drift off to sleep in love with his soul.