A word with the Moon
By kate emily
Wed, 19 Sep 2012
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Moon, you're a prison
spot tonight, eye patch stare,
white ember, you burn;
a peep hole in my night.
I was out looking
for stars, hoping for Gabriel
or the saucepan to come
and scoop me up
but you're here instead,
unblinking- even the clouds
are scared of you;
bold, round,
porcelain-
if I could take you down
I'd smash you,
your mouth always open
with those swollen craterous eyes.
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if I could take you down I'd
if I could take you down
I'd smash you,
your mouth always open
with those swollen craterous eyes..
loved it.
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