Worm moon

That big ‘ole moon

it pulls the tide

orange from my

window, massive

above roof top.

I dream of

children

days gone by

& you

as ever;

a mirage

lost in time.

I search

my library

of love:

no hope

I’ll find

one of you

worthy.

That orange

moon’s

miasma

moves inside

poised

on equinox’s

shoulder:

green sprigs

from brittle

mind

earth spins

its next

sunrise.

Your love

brings

no respite &

still I yearn

for truth

but truth

I find

is broken.

This

A twist in the turn

again, destiny

beckons.

I can do this

I can do this!

Voices from afar

burn in my ear

like Napalm:

war is a drug

aflame in our genes

destruction builds

nations.

A twist in the turn

here we are

we can do this!

News reel

prophecy tumbles

delusion:

we eat, dream, sleep

as if immune.

A twist in the turn

fire brands us

apocryphal chants

threaten annihilation

& I turn to the twist

scream to the last

sunrise.

We can do this

we can do this!