Letters from the Moon: full moon dreaming

January 03, 2007

the door of a mercury
comet
shot through with a constellation
of bullet holes
driver's side door
driver's side door

a white sheet on a line
flapping
the torn hem of a drunken dancer
's skirt twisting
's skirt twisting

that silver ring, the first one
gone, not the other one.
the second one not yet come
not yet

and the starlight shines through the rings of saturn
through the comet's tails
through the mad red eye

and that man's final breath departs
through a trapdoor
without a shout
without a wheeze
without a whisper
quiet like a camel
like a smoke

and every second you've waited for this moment
i've waited too, just the same

posted by matthew at 10:04 PM

I like this.

posted by: waxy buildup on January 4, 2007 07:40 PM

Wow.

posted by: Meg on January 7, 2007 06:44 PM