the moon
speaking bout the weather
receding from togetherness
remember, i'll never trade you
for bricks or feathers
sand and the sediment
the workers and the peasants fade through
the plans and the pleasures
words and the measurements
never will remember us fools
they will sieze and they set them
abide them and they bed them
these beautiful women of the moon
my earth was a spherical
amazing come-miracles
craft automatic fork and spoon
and the spirit did arrive
with a cat's keen eyes
and the goddess of the heart it
was seduced
the rocks and scissors
melts the gold and the treasures
remember what makes one human
animal and leather
forms the face of the cleverness
on the bloodless night of the moon
the girls are prominents
with soft spoken dominance
enough is enough is a tune
played for lovesick criminals
who bark out the syllables
keeping their company to one or two
and the wine hits the water
and the sons and the daughters
remember what it's like to be a fool
it's all animal and mineral
and sky-sick cynical
bloodless lights of the moon
we are lost like the children
only mothers can envision
in the cardboard county of the room
where the circles arrive
and the black doves dive
and the deep sea fishing lines are loosed
thrown like a pebble
at the dark door of hell
and patriots and crosses mark the tombs
all of our seasick courage
and our right brain worry
scattered like the dust upon the moon
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