BLOOD
ON THE MOON
dreams
of carnage and revenge
gunshots
and revving engines
and
words forgotten in the void
between
sleep and wake
and
which images to insert
of
poor
soul
wearing
mismatched shoes
and
the electronic sound track
waiting
for the kettle to boil
so
I can simulate some form
of
caffeine sanity
into
the on going nightmare
who
was crazier
the
unmatched shoe man
or
me
having
a cookie for breakfast
and
the warlike dreams
between
the half waken
trips
to assuage my bladder
only
to open a new chapter
of
rubble in the streets
and
gunfire echoing
from
the street
with
some one crazy
screaming
in the street
right
now
and
my response
to
his cry for help
is
shut the fuck up
and
the story at noon
that
there is
blood
on the moon.
JWL
© 04/02/2016
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