LUNAR
And the moon
refuses
To leave
the stage,
Because it quietly
disagrees
With the sun .
"After all,"
the
Sun insists,
encouraging
celestial
consensus.
"You merely
reflect
my
perfection."
Unnerved,
a pock faced
moon ,
(with abstract
mouth,
and lips
of
endless
longing)
has
No ego.
listening
from earth,
reveling in
wine-induced
solitude,
my mouth
repeats
a childhood
mantra…
I
Love the
Moon.
In this
selfless
inebriated
division,
I am of
the opinion
that
the sun
should
sleep
forever.
The
moon
agrees
with me,
and
casts
this world
in
reflective
shadow,
just
a few
more
moments.
---Heath Hardin