moon – Words and Feathers

number 4

April 4, 2023April 5, 2023 crow

the moon man
rows his silver boat

in circles he circles
in his circular skiff
the rounds of the sky
from horizon to horizon
his arc increasing nightly

as the waves above
so the waves below
clouds the wake of his lonely ark

beauty pageant (20181019)

October 19, 2018October 19, 2018 crow9 Comments

water rushes in the gutter
an orange streetlight competes with half a moon
for prettiest flower

new year’s eve approaching (20171229)

December 29, 2017December 29, 2017 crow8 Comments

moon almost full
rolling on a parked car windshield
not exactly basho

tides (20171205)

December 5, 2017December 5, 2017 crow8 Comments

you hang in the sky
a morning full moon
pale transparent stranger
alone in winter white expanse

i’ve known you forever
as long as i’ve known
the moon

i don’t know you at all
don’t recognize
these changing faces
that wax and wane

while you pull at my tides
i beg for cloud cover
and remember how you cut me
and how i had to cauterize
my own wounds
so i wouldn’t bleed out

super moon

December 3, 2017 crow2 Comments

you burn through my night
cold light closer than the clouds
dancing in my vision

s’alright (20170912)

September 12, 2017September 12, 2017 crow4 Comments

somehow i sliced
a small arc into
the skin below
the first knuckle
and now it is a red
waxing crescent
much like the imprint
of an invisible
sharp fingernail
digging in
either in anger or fear

moon in the west
after sunset
cyclopian señor wences