Poem: Full Moon in Cancer
Jan 7, 2023
The moon quite particular
Swayed the autos side to side
On the cold bridge, the toll bridge
Above the ocean’s eye.
Ludicrous, mad, a rival of machines
The lunar sphere dominated
All the man made things.
Lamps aglow with authority,
Billboards’ neon decay,
With the house sounds,
The loud sounds,
And the whispers of the way,
The moon drank in the atmosphere
On the other side,
Forever and a day.
From the body burst the vine,
A cosmic vine,
The pregnant grape,
Lunacy conveyed
As the ocean waves
Pulled in the moon,
Pulled it quite away.
Body of salt
Body of spittle
Body of bones
Sadly too brittle
Body of light
Body of mind
Body of dream
Body divine
Disintegrating in the bay
At half-past nine.
