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Monday, September 15, 2025

While I Stared at the Moon

 While I stared at the moon
summer slept with death's black rooster,
her garland tethered to his three toes
with their talons sharp as testament. 

While I stared at the moon
frost made love to my bones,
each on its proper shelf like dishes
in a house with snakes for silver. 

While I stared at the moon
half-dead men danced with half-mad women
though neither was excited, and neither calm.
Roses twined and cut them both with promises.

While I stared at the moon
my fetch sat down on a river stone,
grinning with the morning in its pocket.
I wept and the night ate my heart like a truffle. 
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2 comments:

  1. Wow, the amazement of your imagery leaves me speechless. "Summer slept with death's black rooster"!! His three toes. "Grinning with the morning in his pocket." Wow.

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  2. This is one of those poems of yours that just knocks me flat. The imagery of the first stanza is gripping. And your close is al bacio!

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