anything towards some other place (poemoff 2)

anything towards some other place (poemoff 2)

red sky at midnight--
blood red as my tears
reflecting in a pool of sludge.
tomorrow will be easier
than today
(which I guess was hard enough).

september anger
bubbles from the boiling pot on the stove
as i heat water for tea.
i did not ask for this.
you send
heaven's lonely stars
sealed in a shabby cardboard box
and they leak
out the sides
and stain the carpet with light.

and my twin bed,
empty enough for two,
sits alone.

The title of this poem comes from Zack's "DARK WORLD, GROWING DESERT: A SOLITARY MACHINE HUMS ON THE BEACH, AN ATOMIC FACTORY INSTALLED IN THE DESERT. "