moon

Top Heavy

You fell so often
your skull developed craters
and was moonish,
fizzing lunar transients.

Grit asteroids revised
your cranial map.

Maria flowered darkly.

Mountains surged from plate faults,
and basaltic valleys whirled beside
your blood orogeny.

The sun dripped away
behind your swell of horns
and lit you – a theatre
of bones –
and I sat beside you,
eating moonlight sweet from knives,
then dissolved into orbit.

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Wolves Howl at the Moon because the Moon Screams Back.

By Zachary D’mitri

Still, everywhere and marvelous
the cloudless night, like
death flecked with gleaming pox,
shaky boiling heavens
biting the cloth of his black cloaks.

Twitching like Morse code.
Gorgeous, terrible eyes blinking,
winking secret plots

Rubies and sapphires and silvers and golds
in trembling fights
and undulant fucks;
Celestial engines with rich chambers,
shivering and stark;
Stellar machinery slicked in
the thick sickly oils of naked night.

Wide swing the satellites;
puckish luminaries dallying in the dark.
Digital sky, god’s flicked cigarettes.
Cloudless night,
like dreamless sleep,
or one gorged with those that we forget.

One last dance to that criminal, the clown
Who spilled champagne
all down Gaia’s dinner gown

One last drink to
the milky eye rock.
blind but never
lost.

The man in the moon blows out suns
like they were dandelion clocks.

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