Moon Me

The last thing I want is
my poetry to be boring,

so zip a da doo day, check
that line out. But what to

do when the moon is there
and I want to muse on that?

It makes me think of, oh!
so many things. Let’s not

list! On with the exclamations!!
Fuck. This is getting out of

hand. Here: Hanging–a cartoon white
in the deepest, what’s the Spanish word?
azure.

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