Post by Steve on Jul 25, 2006 15:24:13 GMT -5
i have stolen
the moon
from the cat outside
her eyes sit
removed
on the oceanic floor
of an Asian Vase
she cries day
and night
not knowing one
from the
other
her sockets
are filled
with infection
scabbing obtrusive
the bacteria
wedged tightly
has caverns and craters...
popped corn handled by an
unwashed
Butcher's
fingers
her eyes
they miss
her.
every dawn
the vase
has flowed onto
the table
Sobbing for the lost~
Crying for the stolen~
the moon
still high
A porch light
on the side of a
Mountain
the moon
still high
out of reach to
ANY
mortal
a painful lesson
to watch
be learned