Orange Moon

The moon is orange, like blood
diluted in water, it glows
intensely. I stare at it
and wonder at the night---
its silence
its breeze
and horror
awaiting
unveiling.

I stare at the book--
'I Have The Right To Destroy Myself'
and revel at the thought
of the orange moon tonight
and the same colored moon
on the book cover

i look out my 10th floor
window, watching as people
stand above the ledge
of their building's roof decks
waiting for that silent whisper
echoing through
the nights lunacy

lighting a cigarette
i take a slow drag
burning the paper
to a centimeter of ash
and like a silent signal
as i tap at my cigs end
ash falls
so do my actors:

one landing straight to the ground
face down
the other, sadly scares
a driver as she splashes
blood across the windshield
and the other, hangs by the iron rod
skewed to this inevitable death.

i take one last drag
from my burning vice
and just like that
i leap with them
to a destiny i can
no longer tell.

The moon was orange, like blood
diluted in water, it glowed
intensely. I stared at it
and wonder at the night---
the silence
the breeze
the horror
awaited
unveiled.