poetry

Large As The Moon

The music hanging in the air

 

The most trouble coming

 

From hoping you can find your car

 

In the parking lot

 

Large as the moon

 

Or if the sweating, middle aged power adolescent

 

Will expand his vocabulary beyond

 

Fuck

 

Wondering if this is what a good time

 

Looks like

 

The sound of something breaking

 

Is the sound of someone breaking

 

A cracking sound

 

Later on, you hear it

 

Echoing from the ending

 

Because to call it

 

 

Imagine sticking your finger

 

In a fifteen year old girls back

 

To stop the bleeding

 

Or picking up pieces of skull,

 

Tacky against your fingers

 

A universe of ideas so much

 

Pulp and fragment

 

Or telling someone it’s going to be

 

Okay and wanting to believe it

 

More than anything

 

In an emergency room

 

Packed together

 

A chorus singing

 

Their grief

 

Shock

 

The music hanging in the air

 

The most trouble coming

 

From hoping you can find your car

 

In the parking lot

 

Large as the moon

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One thought on “Large As The Moon

  1. shaunsthreshold says:

    This whole, dangerous scene plays out in so few words yet still conveys the right amount of tension, but what is going on after ‘Because to call it…”? Am I missing some words? I can’t get it to flow easily on to …”Imagine sticking your finger…”

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