Alt Cinema 8

Midnight movies always leave a mark
Stacking subconscious laments
Is it morning or mourning
I spent the night in backstroke evasion
Of a giant octopus
Eyes above the surface and black
The water black
The sky black
The skin black
Proofed by the moon in menacing highlights
These long legs of entanglement
Find me fleeing for my life
The deep seat of making the wrong choice
Is a retreat from making any
The snow on the ground this morning speaks back
Confirming the need to stand still
Because it's cold outside and
The tentacles have reduced their longing
To careful lurking
Enough that I can’t forget as I reach the shore
In early light