All Through The Night

Poems are like shit
   There's always a part of us
   eating the other part
   or feeding the other part
   And nobody thinks their own stinks
   until eyes blinking their thoughts
   evaporate like coal dust
   flying through the aether like it
   all  hit the fan and becomes nothing 
   but when the door
   (rusted shut)
   blows open
   it is the wind fighting the light
   All Through The Night

PDM & NDW