A Coupla Full Moon Lovesongs (Revisited,again)
November 28, 2012
. . V E I L S . .
For a fog moon to furnish imagery
for a folktune where god wears a gauze skirt
and her veils are gauzy also
and she makes a mind wander
and her beauty as a gypsy
clouds all misery
loud with clarity
as a harsh sun must show one
the world scoured over.
We would want again and miss the mystery
Maya makes the sky.
. . BIG MOONY SKIES
I’ve needed to give a knowing nod
To the brother on the iPod:
“I rub my wounds with alcohol”.
I feel the sound of fuck all
I feel everything but small
enraptured under big moony skies,
Where prayers stand a chance,
& Spectacle enlightens strolling eyes,
Guts are calm yet a heart beats restless,
& There’s a man and moon romance.