Two poems

Poetry...meh, I'm not much for poetry, but every once in a while something jumps into my head and I go ahead and write it down.  Here are a couple of examples.

BLOOD MOON

The moon

fat and august

red like Mars

fat face of an angry god

lumbering over the dark horizon

Bouyant

lifted maybe by Sisyphus

up towards the wide

stretched out stars

of Orion

Drifting imperceptibly higher

less pronounced

so bright now I feel

the shadow's imprint

leaking running

behind me

I want that monstrous globe

to come down now

to roll across

this vacant landscape

nothing but dreams of ghosts

to mow me down where

I stand legs

sorrow-swollen

like tree trunks stuck there

And now a small white

circle almost perfect

hangs in the sky

to light now for gravity

looks like it would fit

in my mouth

ER PARKING LOT

Ancient blacktop, crumbling

due to age,

oil stains, debris, I'd imagine blood

and tears and salt

and among these

glinting sunlight, sharp reflecting

clouds big in the windy sky

shards of urn, a broken serous neck,

the open mouth of a green glass vase

the flowers, though, are gone


Listening to: Munich - Editors