A long wonder what the devil looks like 

White, they think, deadpan 
eyes like white rectangles
left on a wall after pictures come down
God was figured as the world’s engraver 

A parking lot at night in snow
looks alien with lunar light—Let that be 
your picture heaven window journal 
in which to heave your jukebox lovesickness

You might as well be on the moon, Love 
Sea of Margins, Sea of Cleverness  
Sea of Metal Noises Snow Makes When 
It Hits Down—put your ear to this window