I liked you way before
before anyone else thought
that you were someone worthwhile.
I think of you in the quiet days
but truth be told, every day is a quiet day
when I no longer fight off the raucous buzz
of your name, a neon sign, in dark alleyways.
MY MIND, THE WARM COCOON
My mind, the warm cocoon
Embracing the tides
Pulling the moon.
Pushed your hipbones, from my lie
evaporated, into the sky.
Warm thoughts, cold memories
I chose to accept and to create mores
Indecisive into incomplete
We lumbered onto twice conquered shores.
I decided to remember the good parts
the good parts were always false starts
The false starts lingered in procrastinated hearts.
I sabotaged those halcyon days
I unwittingly vilified your character
If I seek to utter your name
I just don’t think it’ll ever be the same
THE MOON, THE MOON, IN THE AFTERNOON.
What are you doing up this early? I work shift work. I’m on the day shift right now.
Don’t you know that shift work will give you cancer? It’s not really a concern of mine.
Do you prefer blue skies or black skies? I can’t compare. They both serve a different purpose. Blue skies and sunlight allow me to be the watcher, the voyeur. But when the skies are black, I’m the star (so to speak).
What’s the best part about being the moon? I suppose it’s the flow of it, the cycle. I don’t have to be the same every day. People expect me to fluctuate and to change, and I really enjoy that freedom. And the tides. I love the tides.
Do you ever feel jealous of the sun? That’s silly.
Ok, does the sun ever have any personal problems with you? Umm, can we move on please?
What does an eclipse feel like? Hmm, I suppose it feels like prom night. It’s pretty special, but at the same time, kind of superficial.
Do you have a dark side? Ha, don’t we all?