what the moon wrote [a poetic]


You drag your feet assuredly forward
Stiff back and peeping eyes casually checking corners
For view of another set of eyes.
Constant audience you crave,
New prey to your ideas,
So you welcome the world to the foot of your door (though they aren’t enough)
And hold them at arms length that you may relish the woe at being left to
Lick your wounds in the darkness
Because the moon shone too brightly
On your black painted heart
Eclipsing her before the threat of
Endless night.

Behind closed doors and cloudy skies
She sings your song.

Give Sharkey a piece of your mind.

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