Luna-tick

abscessed memories

drift with

acerbic fluidity

the clock ticks

like a dripping faucet

driving me mad

this place smells of

stale beer and lost hope

like a bar at 2 AM

with x-ray eyes

I can see it all

through the night

this moon has teeth

they rip and tear the sky

as the pieces fall around us

so we hold the pieces

and put them away

in our pockets

for one more day,

at least,

we know they are safe

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

A loner at night with a brain squirming around, out of even schizophrenic bounds, that is what I see here.

[DeletedUser]

I enjoyed this, as I enjoy all of your excellent work. My favorite stanza was the fifth, because the imagery I could see in my mind; the moon with teeth.

[Lily Mae]

Holding the pieces safe in one more mundane night spent with smell of stale beer and lost hopes.. excellent description...x

[Audrey Howitt]

A dark write for me--lost hope and stale beer--stagnation. Really well done!

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A most poignant and relative piece, it sounds the voice to reason where reason has no meaning, the thoughts of us all in times of doubt, well done, great read.