Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Lunatic


The moon appears out of nothing.
It grows brighter every night.
It slides back into silence.
It becomes new again.

Month after month.

I appear out of nothing.
I grow brighter every night.
I slide back into silence.
I become new again.

Year after year.

1 comment:

Dr. Mike said...

Over and Out

I, not-I, am inside the outside,
So what else is new?

Never here, not quite over there,
Except for a musky mist.

Once gone, no return deposit,
So enjoy the worms in the bottle.

Breath’s a knife deep inside.
Short stab. Short stop. Short.

[Disposable Poem September 17, 2013]
Dr. Mike