Noon can sometimes feel
dreamy midnight like

Underwater

Moth at the circus
marking geography of this brain
you map me, move me easily

Believing only in cheerleaders

We can never stand
as long as robots stand

Eventually exotic
Drumming brings my kind

Signal over creosote cruelty
Isolated

Tailor Bell

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/long-time-5/