Blood Moon
Full, yes
All crescents round
shadows turned down
The dark sides extinguished
And if
there’s a man up there
He grins sheepishly
From the soft orange
tiger lily
-but diluted
Cream white of a peony
(pastel circus peanut)
(muted meringue cookie)
What I’m saying, my dear
Is your blood moon
-It bores me
Where’s the drip?
The slick
Rich
crimson of an organ
near black of a fresh spill
That tightens and squelches
Look! It’s
Receded behind a cloud
What now?
Do we draw breath in its vacancy?
Allow ourselves a reprieve
Is that it?
Or is it embarrassed?
Humble in its bloodlessness
I wanted the taste of metal
The real shock of it all
I wanted my goddamn heart strung up
Pulled through
-Lampooned!
Something for my lungs to cry out to
A reason to expand and contract
Too
But, alas...
The vampires gather
At the 24-hour diner
And werewolves line the soda shops
Nothing unusual tonight, they’ll say
adjusting their stakes and
Dabbing their lips
We were told of a wonder
A biannual
Celestial creature
But what we see there
-steady phosphorescence
Familiar in its listlessness
Is that borrowed mediocrity
neither fire nor heat
Turn your calendars to August
Your blood moon, it bores me
July 30, 2018
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