Man In The Moon

Man In The Moon

Lamb chops and violins dancing in malcontent rivers
while figs furried mouths tell little white lies
razor sharp secrets beholden to no one
the man in the moon, creating chaotic synergy

Mother nursing lemons
I forgot the sugar–
Won’t you be a dear, and run to Jupiter
While you’re there, pick up a six pack of
Mars bars, and some wheat grass, oh, and
say hello to Aunt Lily, she’s the one with
three eyes and a hole where her heart used to be–

Fingers racing across the chords of time
unable to make sense of anything
stringing together sentences and sentencing
the universe through verse
They came two by two
Archaic creatures, abandoned because
of their religion or color or some such absurdity

This cosmos of creation
where salmons fly freely and cellos make babies
where Uncle Frank has two heads and Cousin James
wears skirts made of purple glazed bologna–
where speaking one’s mind won’t land one in jail

This is the universe I want to know
where I want my unborn babies to grow
Dancing rivers, man in the moon
mothers and brothers, held together by a paper thread
When I put my head down at night, this is what I dream of

special thanks to molly
the suggestion of taking a dream and writing about it as though
it wasnt a dream is fantastic
i've written two that i like and working on two others
my work is usually very concrete and brutal but i have vivid
imagination and can go nuts so this is fantastic! i love it–
i dont remember many dreams but the idea is enough, its just so much
fun, thank you, thank you! hope everyone is well
erika