OUT OF THE SCRIPT
Moon
she used
to stalk us
now
stealing away from us
killing all our
mysteries, closing
every dream
ending
her whole romance with
our tempestuous planet
Selene, Luna, Diana,
special card of
the priestess
and of your self
someone I fear
out there
an issue with us
bone
to pick with us
writing every beloved
Moon maiden and
lunar goddess
right of spite
right out of the script
OUT OF THE SCRIPT
Moon
she used
to stalk us
now
stealing away from us
killing all our
mysteries, closing
every dream
ending
her whole romance with
our tempestuous planet
Selene, Luna, Diana,
special card of
the priestess
and of your self
someone I fear
out there
an issue with us
bone
to pick with us
writing every beloved
Moon maiden and
lunar goddess
right of spite
right out of the script
MOON
In my grey dressing-gown
I feel and look like Jedi
solar consciousness figure
I suppose, no daimonic
Plutonic energy
running rampant if released
all to the power of two
by two
Ah yes!
dark life dark matter
dark energy
infra-crimson spectrum emission
from the ultra quantum soup
out of which blood chaos,
quite naturally,
radical individualism
sith vicious boy emperor
you do it my way
steam punk gladiator
in colosseum 360
sensurround to
google into gorgeous
reality
every single Roman Empire
be and wannabe
under every single (or
binary sun)
so let me
meld with snake and spider
and creatures chthonic
in my rainforest
on my swamp planet
whipping up
some steaming mushroom stew
or find some shade and water
(just a modicum) in the heart
of the desert
think of oasis somewhere
in the desert of my heart
grey is ash, grey is
sombre, grey is plaster
grey is everything that
yearns to be silver
yearns
to be animate
to be animation
to be turquoise, indigo
or royal blue ocean
to
rise in triumph
on a gigantic moon.
MOON
In my grey dressing-gown
I feel and look like Jedi
solar consciousness figure
I suppose, no daimonic
Plutonic energy
running rampant if released
all to the power of two
by two
Ah yes!
dark life dark matter
dark energy
infra-crimson spectrum emission
from the ultra quantum soup
out of which blood chaos,
quite naturally,
radical individualism
sith vicious boy emperor
you do it my way
steam punk gladiator
in colosseum 360
sensurround to
google into gorgeous
reality
every single Roman Empire
be and wannabe
under every single (or
binary sun)
so let me
meld with snake and spider
and creatures chthonic
in my rainforest
on my swamp planet
whipping up
some steaming mushroom stew
or find some shade and water
(just a modicum) in the heart
of the desert
think of oasis somewhere
in the desert of my heart
grey is ash, grey is
sombre, grey is plaster
grey is everything that
yearns to be silver
yearns
to be animate
to be animation
to be turquoise, indigo
or royal blue ocean
to
rise in triumph
on a gigantic moon.
poems 2 die for