7/12/19 11:51PM
every twenty eight days
the moon is my light
as i dribble out blotter
from artery to page
i find myself basking
in deep lunar rays
to say what i mean
and enter the stage
i’m happy, mirthful
you see how i joke
water off a duck’s back
just good ol jake
how’ve you been
just fine, no complaints
i’ve burned all my skin
i live at a stake
the sky flashes with heat
a full moon spotlight
work in the morning
night’s somber malaise
it just might rain
circular air currents
delirious lightning
a smoldering haze
this is every poem
tumbling summer
clattering off cobwebs
nothing will stick
the dog won’t go swimming, and i still feel radioactive
everything molts in the summer
even my eyes