The Moon in Disguise

The other night
I saw a glow
The moon in disguise
As a face in the night

They see a star
A dot in the freckled sky
But I have a telescope
So I see a supernova
The weight of all of my sins
Written in platinum
Back to back on one piece of paper
A feather on those nights

Snow
To hide the hide of the wolf in me
Ink
To write the word that is me
A hole
Where I’ll hide when I crumble
A ground
Where I’ll lay when I’m a brown leaf

My wings have regrown
Made of green light
Take sudden flight
My dear moon in disguise.

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Poor Two Eyed Man

Born with two eyes
Content?
Two oval spots on the face
Either side of the nose
Skin hugged edges
Cocooned with hair.

When the skin is
Painfully
Pealed off the face
Find other eyes
Lying dormant
In wait underneath
See the world
Through the world.

Some People Rise at Night

In the night
The lonely wind dances with the leaves
Of the sleeping trees of the woods.
There lies a creature underneath.

 

Raise your head,
Resting creature
From the soil you were planted in.
You are not a worm
So why do you insist
On crawling the Earth?
You have wings
Why do you keep them
Like an anchor
Tied in a bundle on your back?
If even a rock moves with time
Why are your feet stuck together?
Everybody knows what they want
But do you know what you need?

 

Get the smell of rain and wet ground
Out of your nostrils,
Brush the dirt
Off your stained body
And look up at the black clouds of tonight.
Watch the crescent moon
Sail to the other side of the sky,
Perhaps tomorrow night
Someone will look up and see you
Flying next to the midnight moon.

The Escalator

We are placed
At the base
Of a downward running escalator.
Grey metallic mechanism
Buzzing and clinking as it runs
Into the ground.

 

Nobody quiet knows why
We begin to climb
Against the tide of this contraption,
But we do
With so much power.
We override it and climb
Higher, higher,
Each step more assured than the last.
And the escalator quickens
But our feet are still young and strong
We beat it,
And up we go.

 

Past the midpoint
Huffing and puffing
Every step, three breaths.
At the top now
We can see the last stair,
There it cascades down and is replaced by a sister from behind
And the sight of the end
Gives us a bite,
We realize
We had never considered where we were going
We had just climbed and climbed,
Where does the escalator end?
What is at the top?
But it’s too late for questions now
Make a final dash, we can do it,
To the finish line.

 

But Oh
What is this?
Our muscles are weakened
Our body has aged
And now the escalator it seems
Is finally winning
And we go down
And down
Back towards the ground
Slowly at first
And then at a pace to rival a diver
And the bottom is near
And now the bottom is here
We are back where we started.

 

We are placed
At the base
Of a downward running escalator.
Grey metallic mechanism
Buzzing and clinking as it runs
Into the ground.

 

Nobody quiet knows why
We begin to climb
Against the tide of this contraption,

Message in a Bottle

Little brittle boy in burgundy
Hear the hum of the monks
The fat brown monks, climbing.
Blue lions lie in wait
For a stumble, a twist of fate.
Everyone I know has an arched back,
Some question marks are sharper than daggers.
The poisoned food
Was meant for the king,
I once offered a beggar a coin
He took it happily
And three of my fingers too.
Skies above mountains are
Never higher than skies above valleys
Nor bluer
Nor brighter.
You are a part of the background now.
I have it written down here somewhere
The important thing I wanted to tell you
Ah yes. Here it is,

You cannot change without changing.
We’ll meet at
The place that isn’t a where
When clocks stop ticking
And the Earth stops spinning.
We’ll open the door of the foreign room
Step into the darkness
And open our eyes.