#205 - moonshot

25.7.20

205

moon shot

not quite apostroph

of course the moon is

rabbit struck

rolling

old man

and witch it too    

(Selene snoozing)

George Méliés takes aim

like mud in your eye

or a cake thrown

careful with everything to touch

it must have a dark side too

giant mushrooms!

(capture a few of the alien insects)

something smaller than we saw

are the inhabitants

often gone but will be back

it was untimely torn

still it is a mirror to shine

and silver in the dust close up

does ocean up

and heaves the weed

colours for what reason?

Earth’s older

gets to be green

if we allow

a moon is biscuit bit

and bone

rounder than many an asteriddle

and this one’s ours by name

some call a little clockwork from it

vacuumed, packed

the music’s dry

middling with its month

moon’s all hung about with stars

and just about forgotten

it must be like that gone-ness

to which we go

come Rover

go on have a howl

where’s that cat?

who’s chasing?