Saturday, February 18, 2017

Moon Men

You bring in Moon Men to take your side, the way you always do.
They seem unaware of their own absurdity,
and miss the irony when I offer them cheese and a jaundiced look.
Martians, Venutians, your whole catalog of 1950's movie space-crash schlock
take up for you and goggle at me with their several eyes, some on stalks.

I've had enough. I'm going to swing away on the rings of Saturn
and land on a moonless world, where everyone is courteously silent.
But just as I start to unclench, here you come, with Moon Men to the right and left,
charting my shortcomings, agreeing after much discussion, 
and then stuffing me into a sock to be swung like a cat until dazed, dented, dead.

17 comments:

angieinspired said...

Oh no they didn't! Moon men know not what they do.

brudberg said...

I prefer moonless nights too...

Sanaa Rizvi said...

You totally rocked the prompt!!❤️

Bekkie Sanchez said...

In a word, mayhem. Lol!

lemon j. said...

Love that title and the part about disappearing into Saturn rings.

This is my favorite section:


They seem unaware of their own absurdity,
and miss the irony when I offer them cheese and a jaundiced look."

Sioux said...

Shay--I loved the part about the eyes on stalks... the three d's at the end, too.

C.C. said...

"and miss the irony when I offer them cheese and a jaundiced look"--haha ;-) that's great.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love the eyes on stalks.......and landing somewhere where everyone is courteously silent.

thotpurge said...

Fantastic.. a private army of moon men seems like the thing to have!!!

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

So unfair!

Kerry O'Connor said...

I could do with some of that courteous silence myself.
Such a unique take on the prompt.

hedgewitch said...

Moon men with blank, curdled white faces, passing Moonie judgement on all and sundry--they're everywhere these days. This poem, despite its richness and flourish, leaves a bleak sense of reality(and danger) behind--like when you fall on concrete and scrape a knee--the sudden intensity of pain leaves you shocked and brought up short from what was happening before the fall.

Marian said...

Ah... I could go for a place of courteous silence.

Mama Zen said...

I second Marian's comment!

Anjum Wasim Dar said...

interesting strange,enjoyed the poetic story

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Jennifer Wagner said...

There you go, being all cool with your poetry again. You can write circles around most anyone.