moon

there have been moments of glory

moments of great discovery;

anvils dropped like mountains into

chasm's

slumped before this computer

attempting to compose the impossible

words

hell,

like an elephant reading a mag

in an abortion clinic.

struggling to open this bottle of belgium beer,

I have broken the bottle opener.

I see the moon in the sky,

seemingly ask it for help but instead

use a lighter.

it works.

moon moon,

moon in the sky,

how I wish to pull you towards

me with a lasso,

watch you for a while,

then deliver you onto the sky

how many more

boys with dark-narrowed eyes

will you take into the night?