Two Pale Moons
One a grinning teardrop
Hanging from the sky.
Its sister-twin
A single gleam of light
In the darker waters
Of a lake.
Cigar smoke hangs heavily
A noose of silver
Twines around fleshy necks
Controlled by a wind filled
With the mindless cries
Of maniacs and infants.
Small hands stir the surface
The moon splits apart
A multitude of circles
Lying indifferently
On the surface
Of a dark abyss
That has no Exit signs.
The moon loses its pallor
Becoming Orange.
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Poetry, etc.
Welcome to Poetry, etc., where, as the title implies, I have written some poetry. I hope you enjoy it, or at the very least don't feel the need to spork your eyes out after reading it. And by the way, I do take requests!
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