Moon Sap -------------------------------------------
The sun just bled to death on my horizon.
A mangy dog all bones and bloated belly looks
At me with pitiful weeping eyes.
This skinny girl keeps asking random strangers
If they are in need of company, when they say no
She wonders if they
Have some spare change or a smoke.
Unless of course they say yes then the story changes and she disappears with her new 5 minute friend.
The greyness coagulates and begins to drool.
Out in the street chunks of rain congeal to fragrant mix
Of piss and motor oil, a dank drudge that sludges its way to the sewer.
I contemplate how empty are my arms.
My view of this world is skewed by lack of you.
(Missing) is not only a state of mind
It is as immense as the black subzero
Space that currently engulfs the world.
Once again I imagine us back then, when reality
we float in a tiny boat on a
Firefly sea of dreams.
That is just before the
-apocalypse of distance-
made us, a long romantic echo.
Now I can’t trust my memories. Nothing could possibly
Justify 12,795.1 kilometers of space between our lips.
I am sitting alone on a rock in the rain with the night
Wet and cold seeping into my bones.
My faith that our moon is returning
is all that sustains me.
I'm wondering the same thing as Bruce down there.
Seems to me that there was a falling out, but nothing ordinary. Though, I suppose love is never quite ordinary as it is.
In this poem, the narrator seems pretty bitter, and I find it nice that then, for that very reason, they tap into their surroundings 10 fold and it almost seems as if they are God; watching the world turn in all its miscandalous ways.
And he/she can't move from the position they've been put in due to their overwhelming sense of nil existence.
At least, that's what I'm getting from it.
So how did you and your lover wind up at opposite ends of the earth, or is this where you started out? Perhaps you romanced each other till the long distance realism of it became lost to the factuality of its fantastication's illusive actualities. In I like to believe in the tenuous touch even distance can't completely deny. There is a great deal more distance between the earth and the moon than the opposite ends of the earth and yet the moon is oft personified as romance incarnate. I admire your ability to state these things so artistically. You are a wordsmith indeed!