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entering the dark moon phase


sometimes it’s about
not even trying
losing yourself like a leaf
loses its birthplace
only to discover
that the letting go
couldn’t have been
any easier

how easy is it for you
to fall to the ground
defenseless
at the mercy of the winds
of fire & rain
the everlasting moon
your only friend
giving & taking light

lightning crashes
dramatic randomness
will you be there
right on the spot
a specific place in time
is it a coincidence
or queer luck of the draw
determined at birth





april two thousand twenty-two
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blank sheet of paper


feeling tired & a bit blue
thumbing through thumbnails
trying to find that genuine smile
must have been
two or three or four years ago
for some reason time
has ceased to be linear

nights dominate the skies
crescent moon stationed eloquently
neighborly planets presenting
themselves as escorts
pre & post dusk

impatient poet
dwells inside a world inside a world
pen or pencil in one hand
flashlight in the other
rhymes & alliteration like static noise
grinding & sizzling & echoing
inside his crowded head





december two thousand twenty-one
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micrometeorite


I understand there’s a second moon
orbiting crazily the planet earth
nothing like the luna we’ve come to love & idolize
but more like a rock
one that you hold in your hand
making it either warmer or cooler
throwing away as high & as far as you like
wondering if it will ever come back





november two thousand twenty-one
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with winter in mind


a full frost moon
rises & grows & shines
through the leafless elms
yawning & stretching
toward the opposite horizon
a dark red sky
overtaking cirrus clouds
gradually fading
into a deep purple
succumbing to the night





november two thousand twenty-one
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shadows dancing in the darkness


the city is in danger
but the population is not scared


going about their business
before the lights go out

there is a vision shared by
some local mystics

brought to the center of
attention by way of

the prior administration
somehow stuck in the airwaves

the micro & the radio waves
the healing waves of the pacific

aligning mysterious thoughts
with those of the newest moon





september two thousand twenty-one
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finding water on the moon


the world is on edge
or has it always been
& I’m just starting to notice

what year have you got
I got a quarter past apocalypse

somehow I managed
to maintain all of my limbs
drifting along with the walking dead
talking to angels who once had wings

word has it major prophets
are being born this year
destined to redefine mother earth
[& her satellite]
twenty-some years from now





september two thousand twenty-one
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drifting like a ghost


there is sadness in the air you can feel it


the wind is still
and the sun comes & goes
as if it’s a domestic cat
not really knowing
what she wants

I open the door
but the cat will not enter
she just sits there
looking sad

the wind is still
and moon is nowhere
to be found
perhaps sadder than
the rest of us
solitarily crying

I close the door
and the cat begins to wail
I walk away & pretend
that I am deaf

the wind is still
and the clouds are full of rain
but the rain
does not fall
held back by something
outside of my knowing

I open the window
the winds begin to blow
exposing both sun & moon
the cat drifting like a ghost




july two thousand twenty-one
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the quiet earth


the ocean pulls back
& the moon
wanes
unattended smoldering
slowly advancing


call it a slow burn
if you will
call it a cleansing
a purging
fire on the water
strangely inviting

the earth has never
been this quiet
the airwaves nearly vacant
except for what
the stars
& the quasars giveth




june two thousand twenty-one
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countdown at daybreak


it was nearing midnight
& this field mouse was winning at
playing hide-and-go-seek


I followed him into the kitchen
where I shrewdly threw
some shredded cheddar cheese
into a time capsule

by doing so I thought
I would win favor with the little chap
whom had told me [in so
many words]
how he enlisted himself to
commandeer my next moon flight




may two thousand twenty-one
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before the month of may


the economy is opening
and prices are rising
gather yourself some flowers
and give them to your lover

never mind all the rules
let alone your own imaginations
running wildly hand in hand
chasing the new silvery moon




april two thousand twenty-one
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white lantern


how do I go from here
now that the waxing gibbous
is nearly full
stealing my thoughts
and making me motionless

she is a glorious pale melon
rising above the whiteness
that is winter
saying look at me look at me
I am as cold as cold can be

bright like a lantern
on a visibly cloudless night
she exposes my
somber & aimless thoughts
my body warm & spellbound




january two thousand twenty-one
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Spanish Moon


I’ve often wondered
about the Spanish Moon
if I could possibly make it out
once having gone inside

The hookers & hustlers there
will tear you apart
as long as you have that spark
diamonds in your eyes
and rings inside your soul

They’ll take anything they want
at the Spanish Moon
as you foolishly fall in love
with that dark-eyed girl
singing & playing guitar




november two thousand twenty
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darker half


at this very moment
it’s a new day
the last october sun
completely below the horizon
giving way to the harvest moon
swiftly rising in the east

high winds play havoc
with anything with wings
forcing cirrus clouds
to come & go easily
pushing & pulling them
past the bodies of the sky

anything’s possible
over the next twenty-four
dawn turning to dusk
a reminder of what once shined
is now buried in the earth
at least until the equinox




october two thousand twenty
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electric moon


electric moon follows me
wherever I may go

it matters not the time of day
be it high noon or midnight
tapping me on the shoulder
once i’ve found a way
to fall into a soundless sleep

electric moon promises
to be my friend
pumping life back inside me
whenever contemplating
of letting go




october two thousand twenty
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to the moon & back


I’m lost again but what else is new
having put the fob in my pocket

comfortably buckled inside
I engage the flashing green button

a voice demanding in so many words
where are we going this time




september two thousand twenty
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if only for the last time


a new may day straight ahead
one like none other
if and when we actually get there

I made a promise I would change
but that was long ago
& now I can’t recall into what

tonight we watch the sun turn blue
swallowing the night
making all the rivers rise higher

you’ve been here before
playing victim & demon & god
chasing the impossible moon
if only for the last time




april two thousand twenty
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