Reasons For Wakefullness Poem by Ben Partenay

there was the
slipstream moon
falling sideways from
unlevel clouds,
stars rolling around
in water blackness, I
said to you
this is the end
of it all, time’s run
it’s course
planted its seed
and its reaping time, the
rooster done crowed
its final tune, I've
been waiting in the
dirt green weeds
for when
they all call it quits
chewing my
fingernails
to the white bone
of the question and
told you
that its love.