Moon Fart

Slides in
Quietly
With the breeze
With the breeze.
Such majesty is
Common place,
Like the wind
Like the wind.
The wind that knocked down my city
Like a twig
Like a twig.
But the NYC is poppin’
Like a dream
Like a dream.
Big fat half moon rolls in
Like a dream,
Like a dream.
Ed Koch is dead
With a dream,
With a dream.

Peace out ’86,
Like a dream,
Like a dream.

TBD

Some things slip out
that should not.
Some things fall in,
unexpected.
Good things…
Bad things…
All, just things:
fixed moments, or
tattered feelings.
a stranger’s embrace, or
a lover’s scorn.

Continuing Endlessly
Blessing Eternally
Teaching Ephemerally

Life, Experimentally

Yesterday’s —–

Growing,
When it should be fading back,
When it should be fading black.

The further it flees,
the shadow grows
greater,

Obscured
Blurred,
And ideal.

The memory
is faint

The feelings
as warm as a sunny winter’s day.