Identifying things at dark

I wanna walk home from the bar and steal your flower pots in queer twinkling star light Without knowing it Without making it home With your burning porch light Lit you on wooden frames Leaves me Obsolete again Again In Meadows sick with moonlight Forgetting yesterdays everything Moonlight Pushing A Slow afternoons Everything Your flowers Falling asleep on Benadryl buried with Tatters of moonlight And Splinters of porch touching moon Light Splinters light Separating dream spells splits flowerpot into galaxies splitting galaxies into porch light my dream meadow holds bur oak or moon oak where we gather acorns in shattered pots together in tatters