07-14-2014, 10:53 AM
Stones
The moon must be our biggest fan;
faithfully attending our every night,
with never a discouraging twist
in all those crescent smiles-
at leaping cows,
he humors our myths,
through cumulus blinking,
and the static of space,
through whimsical, teenage black storms,
shit fog, and shittier smog-
and light pollution – never judging,
through all these cartoon nights alone,
He shines
and has shone
like a stone,
as if, in love with a stone.
The moon must be our biggest fan;
faithfully attending our every night,
with never a discouraging twist
in all those crescent smiles-
at leaping cows,
he humors our myths,
through cumulus blinking,
and the static of space,
through whimsical, teenage black storms,
shit fog, and shittier smog-
and light pollution – never judging,
through all these cartoon nights alone,
He shines
and has shone
like a stone,
as if, in love with a stone.