Moonwalking (unfinished)
So I saw the moon today,
he was lazily looking at my right shoulder
"There's a cockroach-" he said.
So I tapped it off.
I shrugged, "Thank you, Mr. Moon"
"No, allow me to thank you." replied the moon.
So I went off.
He glistened over the pale blue night;
it was humid alright-
summer and all-
There were strands in the sand;
along the beachlines, they wrote,
"PEOPLE, DEBRIS EXCREMENTS, EXPERIENCES,
and-
"Oh why, human, you hover over the shore with that sulking mouth?"
said the Moon.
"I beg your pardon but I'm studying my thoughts now, Mr. Moon."
"Oh I see!" said he.
So I got back to my thoughts;
about the seashore,
about that-
"Oh hey, I think you've mistaken me for someone else?"
retorted the Moon.
"No, I beg your pardon, no, let me go back to my thoughts."
"Oh okay, sorry old chap!" said he.
As I was saying, the trees began to smell like rain or the water became clear like the pale blue;
and suddenly I began fixing myself;
as best as I could;
like the inevitable falling leaves or
lunches that felt hours or days in a working man's life-
or probably the hissing hot pot,
under an unknown temperature
I look into the water; I can't see myself-
the Moon was gone.
It was morning light.
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