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Wednesday, June 22, 2011

ugly moon mm

It's 6:50am in Granada. I am in love with this city. I cannot sleep because I am in physical pain. So, here is something.

UGLY MOON MAMA

UGLY MOON MAMA
WITH GHOSTS IN HER IRISES
AND TEAR GLANDS FILLED
WITH THE WEIGHT OF
A FATHERLESS RACE
HOLDS HER RAGGED KNEES BENEATH THE MOON
AS SHE HUMS SONGS THAT IN THE DAY
BLUEBIRDS SEEK TO DROWN.
GOT SHADOWS BURIED IN HER JAWBONES
MAKES HER SMILES MOVE LIKE MELANCHOLY
GOT TEALEAVES IN HER HAIR
THAT SHE COULD NEVER READ
AND FEATHERS IN HER EARS THAT TAKE HER NOWHERE.

THE NIGHT HOLDS HER LIKE A LOVER
AS BEST AS THE NIGHT KNOWS HOW--
COLD AND FAR AWAY.
SOMETIMES
--WHEN THAT IS NOT ENOUGH--
SHE BLOWS KISSES OFF OF CLIFFS
IN HOPES THAT THE WORLD
WILL CHANGE ITS MIND
AND RECLAIM HER AS
A THING OF BEAUTY.

UGLY MOON MAMA
AND HER HANDS TATTOOED
WITH THE ECHOES OF TIME,
TRACES THE STARS
AND SEEKS TO FIND
THE THING THAT MAKES DOGS HOWL,
TORMENTED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.

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