PHRASES
OF THE MOON
I
keep thinking about the side never seen by man,
not
even Armstrong and Aldrin.
I
am always keeping my face toward you
in
synchronous rotation,
one
side always in the arms of night,
no
matter how I twist and turn toward the day
except
for those times when the earth intervenes.
My
dreams are the hard reality of stellar dust
I
would like to be a dancer, slender as a thought
at
the parties of the gods. Where is Apollo’s logic?
In
the sky at night, dreams of colors unimagined
the
side never seen by the sun
or
passion in synchronous rotation.
No
flags to blemish my face
waxing,
waning, crescent & gibbous
no
footprints left in lunar dust
my
faith, or happiness.
23
Apr. 93
Napa
State Hospital
PHRASES OF THE MOON
I keep thinking about the side
of the moon never seen by man,
not even Armstrong and Aldrin.
I am always keeping my face
toward you in synchronous rotation,
one side always in the arms of night,
no matter how I twist and turn
toward the day
except for those times
when the earth intervenes.
My dreams are the hard
reality of stellar dust
I would like to be a dancer,
slender as a thought
at the parties of the gods.
Where is Apollo’s logic?
In the sky at night,
dreams of colors unimagined
the side never seen by the sun
or passion in synchronous rotation.
No flags to blemish my face
waxing, waning, crescent & gibbous
no footprints left in lunar dust
my faith, or happiness.
23 Apr. 93
Napa State Hospital
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