(For National Poetry Month I write a daily stream-of-conscious poem. Spontaneous single edit – it will be ugly! Poem #23.)

scorpio ascending
in the house of taurus
fool inverted dangling
high above dear empress

what can it surely mean?
please pray and do foretell
read the omens loud for me
as clearly i’ve gone blind

a tailless silver comet
arcs across the starry sky
see the moon-man laughing
at the ones like you and i

oh dear oh my oh fie
there is no hope inside
the broken mystic box
from which demons do arise

the sun is long faded
night is all we have
let the darkness take us
there is no more ever more.