Blue Moon Over 7-11 ☊
A full moon glows high over 7-11
Pork rinds, candy bars, and wrinkled hot dogs Wait inside, and craters wait above White Lines by Grandmaster Melle Mel stuck in my head (Get higher baby) I drop two Milky Way Midnights into my gullet And rush home, recalling how I used to take my son Out at night, before bed, nestled in my arms, and have him say Goodnight to the moon, to luna. We peer at her through binoculars On dewy grass. (Get higher baby) Selenic orb peeking back, Awaiting its goodnights, We bid adieu Then we read Shel Silverstein, and Morpheus and Hypnos pulls him Into the world of sleep. (Get higher baby) (Rang dang diggedy dang di-dang) Catching the moon’s reflection Off of a silvered window, I’m reminded of the simple pleasures Awash in reigniting tradition- This only happens once in a blue moon. Children's Wooden Blocks
Children’s wooden blocks
Bauhaus architecture stacked Euclidean glee Tattoos & Cigarettes
I remember when you were all
Tattoos & cigarettes For me- Cherries and swallows inked on your skin You knew how tattoos got me going Especially on you. How you used to light a Marlboro With a devilish grin And blow your smoke right at me Maybe a few smoky kisses, Sexy in your scally cap While you’d snap inhale Huge white balls of smoke Popping out of your mouth, Right back in, God how I loved that, And you knew how your smoking got me going- Your smoking was always the sexiest. In our little barn You’d show off your new tattoos Smiling like the sun. Perseids
Perseids out tonight
Dashing the sky with spice Cassiopeia illuminating the heavens Despite the Gorgon of light pollution Perseus can’t slay this Medusa But I watch, We watch anyway, For a glimpse of the Silvery streaks that remind us We are one |
(tidal pool) 1471backward-flOwing river heaVes
water, Knee-deeP night, in bloom- rains (tORrents) floodinG- brackish buZZsaw cicAdas over( starless) flowing( skies) surPrise! of fiSH- (in our pool) The Robin Chirped at Midnight
The mosquito was sucking my blood
and I let her. My heart was breaking and I let her. Her Solstice Heart
Midnight’s glowing solstice moon
From moonrise to moonset- She feels, hears, sees Magic, crickets, skunks, dew- She’s summer. Malic Acid
He spelled the word ‘CUNT’
Out of wooden matchsticks on the sticky bar table. A riotous punchline, But what was the setup? Riffs of blues moonwalk through open doors- Sounds of ambrosia and spilled honey Oozing down bucking hips, Ivy overtaking her thighs; The tart sting of biting an Esopus Spitzenburg When staring at her dahlia eyes, Gaze unmet through the black of oppressive humidity. Heart stood up again, just like a comedian. This Side of the Afterlife
Tearing down the road,
Witching hour spent like a twenty, and I twitch- My vision catches this Movement; Quick as silver, Gone like bronze. I start to hit the brakes, Peripheral vision seeing a raccoon speeding Down the street, in the gutter, Out of view of the sodium lamps Deep in shadow, Pawing the ground at 45 mph easy, and I turn the corner, Laughing, nerves shot, Realizing it wasn’t no psychopomp, It was only a goddamn shadow. |
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