Welcome to My life in the shadows



 
SONG OF MOON
 
There is no happiness
for the late morning riser
here on the plains of moon
blank and void of joy
where ancient craters
become contorted faces
on nightmares edge
smiling down on humanity,
like a sign from heaven
flashing
(NO VANCANCY)
in large red and blue letters,
over and over again,
while the crickets,
out in grandpa’s garden
sing in accapella voices.
“Beware of darkness”.
 
 
JOY OF SUN

 
At first
it stabs
the naked eyes
of our late morning riser
with bright flashes of pain
caught sharply in vision
as this old earth
slowly rolls
out of night’s abyss
into the light of a brand new day
where smiles
become rainbows
and those pale cricket voices
fade away
into raptures of good tidings
where nightmares
can find
no foot hold.
 
uTAH jAY
 


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