20.ix.22
628
2.263
who do you see in the moon?
rabbit, skull, frog
the man himself
goddess (to name a few)
the astronauts
some thieves
made off with sunlight
and vanish the treasure
here
must have been some
kind of king hit
planetary sucker punch
yet still a mystery how
it’s there
whose moon?
is it not time for a
treaty?
a cake to wax wane
indigestible
and mice come nibble
if we do
elaborate fake
you can reach out and
is the far side really
dark?
get up to all sorts
is there water?
yes, of course
what else?
some bounce
the dust of landing
what a face?
have you seen a bum so
bare?
tide driver
and we’ve just the one
fly me to it, won’t
you?
the sun is the only other
such body
has its own verb
and fingernail
cloud blown
shell of some creature
crawled off
moon’s bone of the
flesh let fly
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