Moon Drug Poems

Poetry is a drug, mixed in the alchemy of the night,
An elixir of never-ending dreams, the bitter drink of wandering souls,
Poured into the empty goblets...

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Smoking upon a summer dawn.
Seeing the moondown as it still shone....

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I received a red letter
	without a return address
which I read aloud
	from light
		via silver stars
	that painted the stark black night
		in hues of amber
	coaxed from a blue...

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will it up
grill it up
fill it up to brimming
swill to still those silly cells
drowned in what they’re swimming

press ‘em up
mess ‘em up
dress ‘em up with...

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The Miller High Life bottle cap 
a perfect circle – like the fattened moon face
leering through broken windows — shards
glitter the floor like fallen constellations

your...

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All long the wind swept streets 
vacant windows stare 
like absent eyes of statues 
Shuttered an abandon
standing there 
in their sites 
their hollow façades

Vacant faces...

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Waiting for the moon to blossom
And the stars to shine 
Waiting for life to slow
To enjoy my quiet time

Waiting for its magic to bloom
The psilocybe...

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I will dust your body dripping with fruitful pollen 
from golden buttered sunflowers tall and towering 
painting the sky filled with choirs of yellow canaries...

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Howling at the Pink Super Moon

On a moonlit late night
The Pink Supermoon 
Casting a baleful light
On the world below

While inside 
Sam Adams sat drinking
In a...

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The Pink Super Moon 

The Pink Super Moon
Casts a cold baleful glow 
Over the sleeping world 
Inspiring the drunken men 
To howl at the Moon...

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Howling with the Dancing Moon 

A man 
Sits drinking late into the night
On the night of the blood-red 
super blue wolf moon

the lunatic light of...

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I got a dog likes to wander around
You might see him anywhere in town
In my neighbor’s yard or in his trash

Today, I don’t know where...

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All Wired Up
Bird on a wire with an art gun. Oh not in the sky. Stoned on turtle cigars. No flying. Light headed oh yes....

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Within lofty daily trials, life always in check

gaze at self-made walls; stare up at the swinging bulb.

Chastising of milestones, beaten within submission

artful weaving of whispers...

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Into Darkness She Had So Sadly And Swiftly Fallen
( A Very Sad Tale With No Fairytale Ending )

There in the dark cold room, emptiness and...

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