Black Hole

In a rainstorm

Sucking down a dart

On the back porch

Out here, it gets so dark

You can see the stars, the ones

The headlines said this morning were being spat out

By what we thought was just destroying everything for good

White teeth

Black light

White tee

Brown eyes

Bad boy

Big fight

You're a

Good guy

Good day

Good night

Good talk

Goodbye

It's out of your hands, but

Have a

Safe flight

My thoughts

All noise

Fake smile

Decoys

Sometimes

I need

To hear

Your voice