POETRY ON MEDIUM

Moon Side

I wake up with dread On a morning so bright A new one that will fade Into the husk as one day before. I run across the field The same one again Hoping to find a weed That yields the magic leaves.

I eat the yellow fruit It smells sweet and tastes sour Leaks fresh blood that then And still irrigates my garden. The blood I see in dreams every night

A dream full of roses Each one with thorns That gives me fragrant home. I wonder whose thorns prick Whose blood I taste again tomorrow Did they cry out aloud Or sit still with a horrid heart.

I look out my window And see past the midnight moon So pretty, so rad So alone yet never sad. I dream again under mellow shade Of the crusty-cross that follows the light Crusty-cross that never frights.

I glare deep down at the jovial lake Beneath the lake, I see my eyes That’s way too far to hear the hound If I were to reach it I’d drown. I should drown if only to sleep Forever to dream of infinite sky Sky beyond the farthest fence Where berries are brown and taste like beets.

I dream of that alien planet That offers a life of hope and sorrow A life out of golden walls The life of neither rose nor thorn.

I wake again to sounds of rain Drops that drenched all valued silver I wonder how long till it floods the castle So I swim out along the unsaid tale. When the bars of the cage break at last And I see the moon for as it is Not that shone through my filtered window But with lots and lots of pity patches.

I wonder why I long to see filthy patches That lay amidst the glimmering surface When it comes like a snapping band Filthy patches are what form its face.

I zoom into the glittering dots And see no more but lies and cons Every glitter was indeed gold But it existed for birds to cage. Was I a bird, one of many? Maybe I was, with a window to soothe A garden to walk in and a bed of purple petals But I saw the velvet side of the wall

When so many saw metal.