Holding the ladder
I was hungry...
Outraged film
and dirt life...
On a moonlit night that wasn't so
For a heavy fog covered her glow...
A rapt moon was listening
a tale of two murders...
Living
someone's else death...
Mooneater, I am my poem:
fantasy of words...
Confused and wary like a
spermwhale, you are...
Unsown peaks of fear
under aggression...
It was more than
I could take...
It is autumn
grapes are bleeding...
What a long friendship with
moon...
Does it stir you,
a body bag...