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.
Oh no they didn't! Moon men know not what they do.
ReplyDeleteI prefer moonless nights too...
ReplyDeleteYou totally rocked the prompt!!❤️
ReplyDeleteIn a word, mayhem. Lol!
ReplyDeleteLove that title and the part about disappearing into Saturn rings.
ReplyDeleteThis is my favorite section:
They seem unaware of their own absurdity,
and miss the irony when I offer them cheese and a jaundiced look."
Shay--I loved the part about the eyes on stalks... the three d's at the end, too.
ReplyDelete"and miss the irony when I offer them cheese and a jaundiced look"--haha ;-) that's great.
ReplyDeleteI love the eyes on stalks.......and landing somewhere where everyone is courteously silent.
ReplyDeleteFantastic.. a private army of moon men seems like the thing to have!!!
ReplyDeleteSo unfair!
ReplyDeleteI could do with some of that courteous silence myself.
ReplyDeleteSuch a unique take on the prompt.
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.
ReplyDeleteAh... I could go for a place of courteous silence.
ReplyDeleteI second Marian's comment!
ReplyDeleteinteresting strange,enjoyed the poetic story
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There you go, being all cool with your poetry again. You can write circles around most anyone.
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