murder of mosquitos, and moths, and gnats
ravage the florescent flickering ribs of a motel lot flood light.
their frantic trajectories perfectly sketching insane in its halogen corona.
no collision... no drinking of bulbs at long last...
just a paniced moon drove dance they bang their insect eyes and mind at in the dark.
note: it takes an extended stay
americas common black self cleaning...
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