O f f e r
i
n
g
!
The moon came to me last nighT
from
her nest on the horizon
setting
in the western sky
October
harvest moon
waned
to crescent
on her
journey
to
the hunter’s
blood
moon
Possi
( )
bility
rested
in that
graceful
arc
of
a bow fully drawn
and
shot clean through my heart
T’ai Chi Moon
tired & wired in Topanga
I
seek refuge from
rageaholic
egos
down
the mountain
in
warring camps
erratic
fires
and find a place on rocky ground
unwinding
in the probe of light
pouring
from the moon
I
scoop moon milk
from
her pendulous breast
and digging down
groping
round
and
round in ribboned swirls
to dancing find the dragon’s
tongue of
flame
he
curled & sleeping
in the cave
weigh the one
against the
other
gather pour
turn
blend the one
with
the other
burning
in the night
to
weld in soft suffusion
the
fire with the light
MoonSong
The
sun is slowly sinkin’ down
to rest beneath the sea
Been workin’ very hard to light the day
Madwoman
Moon is smilin’ now
so pale and secretly
her sacred secrets whisperin‘ the way
Ring around the moon
smiles inside the circle
spinning in the dappled velvet night
And deep darkness is the loom
weaving the mandala
reeling out the tapestry of light
We’ve
wandered in where folly grins
under lunar spell
drunken monkeys dancin’ all around
We’ve
stumbled out where wisdom shouts
for passions born in hell
to tear your walls and fences to the ground
Ring around the moon
smiles inside the circle
spinning in the dappled diamond night
Silver cobwebs in the loom
weaving the mandala
reeling in the tapestry of light
27 Astral Waves
I finger beads at this party
as I caress your belly button
until in your secret mood
you show me your deepest
turquoise
carved like finest Chinese jade
A child of Israel
carries out the necklace of the
empress
to the Oohs and Aahhs
of the gasping guests
and the pot shots of a random
thirty-0-seven
brandished by the blind man
He motions to me in the pandemonium
I ascend the stairs and approach
no questions ‘cause no fear
no answers neither
as he hands the gun to me
and climbs back into the night
I wield the weapon as I descend
raise it to the gaping crowd
and face the center of the room
to explore this deadly toy
the sights are caddy-corner
the trigger tends to stick
But I find my target aim
shoot
the hammer flicks against my
cheek
and superfluity of melted wax
shatters from the rim
as I light the white now glowing
candle
Mother sews a collar for my keys
Works just fine
Used to always lose them
Father pulls up
in a pickup full of groceries
I offer to bring them in
and put the truck
in the garage
but I can’t find my keys
so I set out
down the street
to find the Keeper of the Key
over potholes man-hole deep
falling bricks and timbers from construction
rusty nails seeking out a consummation
in the flesh
rabid rats scurry everywhere
through the glowering hills and
despite warning cries of a murder
of crows
and a scarlet star that stabs my marrow
on I trudge through neon clash of clouds
up the footpath toward the Sufi’s
angry angel
while I worry about
the milk spoiling
back there in the pickup
LOOKING for WILL: My Bardic Quest with Shakespeare @ Ion Drive Publishing
LOOKING for WILL @ Better World Books
MoonSong calls my name Greg. Yes, we've wandered in where folly grins, but there's hope! We've stumbled out where wisdom shouts...and walls and fences can be torn down!👍🏾👏🏾
ReplyDeleteThank you for your comment--and the pep talk. I wrote MoonSong decades ago and found, to my astonishment, I was recently able to draw it back up from memory via the tune!
Delete