When the lights are extinguished
sounds no longer audible
the nerves are soothed
salient toothed beasts
go back under ground.
Two boys on LSD
watch treetops illuminated
old cars burned and abandonded
sit haunted and still
in clearings of the forgotten
corners of Indiana.
Two boys stand bathed in moon
permeated by autumn night
tarantulas on the lawn
skyspace on the horizon- beckons.
They turn toward the blue woods
a hidden ravine,
at their backs: a sleeping town.
They step inside,
their feet growing tentacles-
gray like the fresh earth.
They sink down,
treading deep in the soil.
The forest sways with a wind
as their bodies dissapear into the tangle.