Bastard Moon Night

by mindchef

Posted to Poetry on 2001-12-22 08:26:00

Trembling! Trembling!
The winter snow drinks up the ground.
The moon halo’d in a white cosmic mist
looking down upon the earth, one eyed,
yet all seeing.
Oh moon
when I see you tomorrow
will I remember this sight?
Oh moon, will you be swallowed again
by winter’s unforgiving mouth and skin
devouring light and life?–

Trembling! Trembling!
My hand lifts the cigarette to my lips
(I draw in my enemy’s addictive smoke
feeling like a King)
My index finger dyed in a yellow urine
colored cap
fingernail soaked in a nicotine bath.

Trembling! Trembling!
I realize and relish the fact
that I am a bastard–
Fatherless!
Cast out of Life’s frigid fragile womb
thrust into the frigid fragile arms
of this world.
My tears drip to the ground
drip-dripping- becoming specks of nothingness!

Trembling! Trembling!
Fearful now today twenty six years old-
Dissolving slowly into the melted plastic life
that has been molded just for me
Awe-Shucks!

Devoured by the Moonlight!
Dissolved into cosmic cloud mist!
Devoured by royal delusions!
Dissolved into nicotine’s yellow finger
pointing at and through my chest!
Devoured by the unfriendly womb of basdardization!
Dissolved by the fear of turning thirty without a plan!
Dissolved into the scent of melting plastic!

Devoured and dissolved into a cold winter night ruminating-
The grandeur of celestial thoughts about myself!

me! me! me!
it’s gotta be about me!
and of course,
The Moon.



billy




(c) Bill Mackey 2001

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