Riffing/iffing on Charles Wright's "Clear Night"

Night, jot-and-tittle breeze, a holy crow mis-en-scene.
It's one of those trick nights where a halo rings
Around the moon, racing against itself or
Orbiting or praying.

I need to be tended by rodents.
I need to be groped in a dark room and rubbed out.
I need to be culled, like snakes from a dutch oven.
I need to be clotheslined and sunburned.

and the backyard asks me when I'm leaving.
And the tomato baskets tell me I should probably go.
And the stars don't wink or twinkle, skulking through the dark.
And the motor clicks and the exhaust sputters.