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.
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 © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2014