after_the_moon birdmad sitting out on the porch watching the planes overhead when they come in low enough, their lights cast crazy shadows all over my yard maybe i've gotten used to the noise. i don't really hear them anymore maybe it's just coincidence (i think) but it seems that every time i sit out like that, most of the planes seem to fly in the direction of the moon like moths to the old porchlight 010528 ... jane under_the_moon 090305 ... In_Bloom Skin held so much fascination It's bumpling up from wetness and breeze The iridescence of water, spit and love And smell- faint ammonia, wine and hunger By now you think I'd have forgotten 090305 what's it to you? who go blather from