The moon is almost full, but not quite
not sure whether it’s waxing or waning
smarter creatures than I probably know
based on the side
from which the thinnest slice
but I just tilt my head up and gaze
how many more of these sights I have left
An almost full moon, alone in the sky, like an ice cream scoop
with a teaspoon size bite
taken out—it’s good enough.
You could see the moon in the sky today.
Sitting on a cloud like a mystery
Uninvited, no R-S-V-P
showing up and pitching its tent
staring at me
a peon weighted
in a state of half-despair, half-dissent
driving round and round around
needing a nap
to bring the moon back to its rightful place.
No one cares for Pink Floyd until they realize that they need to care for Pink Floyd to get those random, pseudo-goth, stoner chicks who wear black and chokers and midriff revealing tops with 70s tight pants, like Katie Holmes in Disturbing Behavior, which was classic, untainted, pre-TC Katie.
Also, the moon looks like a person’s face if that face was blasted with craters and was a huge moon face.