Warm water washes over my naked body
Like diamonds, like sunshine
The droplets hit the ground and bounce
Went down the drain
I absorb it, don't feel as disfigured
Afterwards I forgot about my sins
Hailed Satan in the sapling's bole
Looked in the mirror
My eyes were like opal, like an ocean
I had woken in a Marianas Trench
I thought I was dreaming
For a second
Applied logic to the night
I done the crime, I done the time
Just a week ago I was juggling a million things
In extremis I pray to the Heavens
Like saprophyte
In extremis, can't help but be contrite
The oracle is always right
The oracle is always right
When I had the chance I should've ran
Ran and never looked back
Now I feel like a dud
A wise thought has nudged in like a fly
A train on the track
Crashing through your lies
With a polemic
Tide against the brevity
I believe in the bedrock
The moon is my pedagogue.
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Author:
Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (
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X, I really enjoyed reading this poem. And what, may I ask, is the moon teaching you?
Cheers!! First of all, I'm not speaking about the moon literally in this case. The moon is a wise being and a poetic father figure, someone I admire for his superior intellect, who has been pretty instrumental in my journey as a poet since I left high school in 2015.
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