"It's only a paper moon." April Fool: that's some old song lyric. "Moon over Miami," is another song lyric. Who 'mooned' the Boston Celtics years ago? Give up? Jack Nicholson. Why? Don't ask, the guy's nuts (calculatedly) crazy like a fox. He has to be a part owner of the Lakers don't you think? He gets away with murder, screaming at the refs (Umps?) to eject him: "Go ahead and see what happens," he yells. Moonstruck, that guy. Shine on Harvest Moon. Moonshine: ya like some? Just a nip to get you started for the day ahead?
What is that rock that follows us around in such an irregular-seeming fashion? Sometimes a planet hangs around, under, or beside it, kinda sucking up, like a lamb.
While still only three my son found the moon out of our bedroom window, then moments later dragged me into his bedroom to show me the moon was out that window also. Moon watching continues now that he is four. Why, he asks is the moon sometimes yellow, and sometimes almost white? My explanation began by telling him it is even orange when near the horizon, and almost white when directly overhead. He doesn't really get that yet, nor can he get it that the moon is an inert mirror. Who could blame him? The damn moon wanders all over the sky, showing up wherever it damn well pleases and adds to the general human state of constant confusion. Moonbeams indeed: effing nuts, that night sky. Then, like a mooncrazed loon turned pale grey the lonely moon shows up sometimes in the daytime. Shouldn't it be at work, or hanging out, chilling, waiting for nighttime? In bright sun I wear a baseball hat for safety while driving. Think I'll wear the same thing at night when the moon is full. They don't call it moonshine for nothing; the moon can make you drunk. and see how it swells up when it's giddy? Hey, and those flyboys who walked and played golf on the moon, are they alright? I suppose they get regular checkups. Did they bring the flag back with them or is it still there? Why don't they tells us that stuff? Give us an update.
April Fool I am, every month, what with that loopey moon shadowing me. What? It's from the FBI or what?
Barry
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on a romantic april night, the southwest wind
paints fine strokes of air and light,
dipping into moonlight for water
and grinding the black night's inkstone
on the surface of my heart . they say that
the moon borrows its ancient glow
from the sea, where my heirs and ancestors
are ghosts on the melancholy waves while
a lonely lighthouse trembles in the moonlight
yet loneliness should never enter into
my topic of poetry because
it is two parts classical and eight parts
stormy romanticism and i am trying to be a poet
of the post modern, intellectual school.
i look out the window, and with speedless speed,
the moon draws out the mist-cloaked april night
and i suddenly have to ask myself,
whose voice is that so tremulous
that says, do not go out in those fields by yourself,
those fields that look so like the sea under the moon.....?
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