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The Man Behind The Moon

Just beyond the crescent moon 
There lies a man who makes my chair so slick 
I slide down on it as I type.
He has it in for me, this man.
    He knows I'd prefer to be closer to the keyboard.
         He knows that even my own screen bothers me.
              He even knows I know about him.

But that's okay,
Because tonight I'm taking the carpet 
To the top of the chimney.
(That's right.)
Tonight I'm going to hitch a ride 
On an angry star,
Screaming through the sky.
I'll ride it upon arrival then--
Release! Hovering over 
Celestial golden glowing, upon 
My grandparent's laughter.
             The quiet sea.
                 Swimming to the highest attic, now,
                     To tell that old man,
                        "Stop messing with me."

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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