Abora

reflected radiation

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



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