outlaw on a poem walk

I am taking my outlaw mind
on a poem walk
through the trenches of my
imagination, the valleys
of my escapes.
It is night and I am
mad with the moon
drinking homebrewed
insanity and chasing it
with blue, light liquid
like a groom at his wedding
to the midnight poem fish.
I dress myself in rain
and I am collecting words
in my word pool,
swimming with the
bending light underneath
the poem bridge and diving
deep again into poems and
the light that she embodies
I write her night across
my eyes, like she did
that night she came into my life.
She, my muse, is out
on a poem walk with my outlaw.