Long Moonshine Poems
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She is a traveling circus, a late bloomer
of more gaudy god-times.
Fortune has spread her hummingbird heart
over evening moonshine.
Now she has the reminiscent whiff
of lace curtains left out in the rain.
In rented rooms she sprinkles
potent perfumes,
winks at her blur-faced mirror.
She loves to recall all her men
calls them ‘her boys’
counting each one possessively.
By mornings harsh light
she pads her bra with fairy tale romances,
considers, that in a certain light,
she appears almost younger.
Mindful of her girlish impulses,
the lady understands
that she is still a puppeteers plaything
to be snatched up and whirled off her feet.
though she is less prone now
to fits of giddy hysteria.
Her make-up is a cosmetic Slurpee.
Drunken are her hopeless hopes,
yet they have long sheltered her
from a darker despair.
Who can say if you or I
would manage any better,
when at last we topple long past the edge
of our best?
Maybe you will buy her a coffee,
listen to the manic music of her mind.
Maybe she will smile coquettishly
and grab for your hand,
and you will not pull it away.
The sound of silence echoes in the tranquil night sky,
wakes up the sleeping stars one by one to shine
in the bejeweled crown in the argentine ambiance,
the moonbeam strands weave dream of you for me.
In the stardust sprinkled night I wait fervently
for you to emerge out of my dream like an angel,
walk in the craving corridor of my mesmerized mind,
I let my longing drift in the air of night’s amorous allure.
The feeling of bliss comes out of the miasma to dance
in the silken sapphire of the seamless sky’s seraphic span.
Like ribbons of rhapsodic cloud nine floating in a trance,
my enthralled life spreads soaring wings of delight.
That’s how my dormant desire gets obsessed
by your shimmering radiance in the moonshine aura.
My unclosed eyes are covered by the tapestry of dream,
weaved with the threads of your hued longing.
I see you adorned like the crown of the pearly dew
on the beguiled blades of grass of the flushing meadow.
Following the turquoise trail traced out for me possessed,
my besotted yearning meanders to where you are.
In the desert of desolation,
I feel this all-too-familiar frustration
I yearn for something more
You're the one that I adore
You're the one that I adore
You deserted me long ago
The wind moves to and fro
I was wondering where you've gone
Maybe in the wilderness, drenched in sun
You wear a striped shirt like an expert
I wear whatever I want with little effort
I'm growing weary
You got all teary
Purging out sin out of my life
Is easier said than done
This ain't a good mixture - peace and strife
Still missing California's sun
You manipulated me,
But I don't mind anymore
Nothing matters much, baby
You're the one that I adore
Although you hurt me to the core
Let the sun scorch on
Like the delightful dawn
Fresh and fine you look today
Please don't hurt me this darksome day
Break me like the dusk of dangerous dreams
Dark and mysterious you came out to be
Mischievous manias I've experienced - it screams
At the top of its lungs inside my head that beats on repeatedly
My lovely sunshine
I wish you were truly mine
I miss your radiant shine
Reluctantly, I take a glimpse at the moonshine
In spite of today's lamentable day,
I'd rather sleep in bed all night long
All along, all alone in utter dismay
My life is like a door bell, ringing "ding dong"
Dear lovely sunshine,
Please don't let me go tonight
I'm drunk off of poverty's wine
Shine a light my direction with undying might
Let's dine this fine, fine day
At least I'll be having my way
With you around,
I'm above the ground
You make me feel like the sky
I'm your sunrise...a desert that is oh so dry
But moist with delight and joy
I'm as happy as a little boy
With candy in his pockets and smiling with glee
My lovely sunshine, will you ever stay with me?
The luminous crescent of shining silver sliver ascends
with silent slither on the satin slope of the sapphire sky,
entices the cadence of dancing sequins sprayed by nebula,
pulsates through the phosphorus glow of the argentine night.
Rhapsody rolls on the waltzing ripples of the rapturous river,
performed in the ballet of myriad floating flakes of the moon.
Celestial flecks of your charisma cascade with ethereal lilt,
flood me in the torrential tide of immersing emotion.
The euphoric moon slices spread on the ebullient river,
I hold one in a cup of still water in the palm of my hand.
Beneath the mystique shroud of the stardust sheen
I perceive the esoteric essence of love laced by lunar lure.
In its tranquil depth I drown the dregs of my despair,
torrents of fervent joy flow in serpentine course from you.
The ripples of allure dance on your smiling face in beguiling air,
flicker the shimmer of my soul with the cadence of moonshine.
we only wanted to be kids
not heroes.
we wanted to catch ships of clouds at the sky
not black seadevils in the drain.
we wanted lemons for lemonade
not salt for our wounds.
but there it came
the dramatic change of scenery
prohibition of dreams and innocence
he iron lung in the birth parlour
rabid dogs raiding the cathouse
curtains falling over our eyes
Mad Hatter suddenly cured & sane
Laura Palmer found safe and well
pitch-black darkness in the lighthouse
silver screen cockatoos on the loose
teddy bears in war with smartphones
hangmen having a morning espresso
moth children scared of Vincent Price
giant blood oranges with hematophobia
ballerina’s alcoholic husband tin soldier
drunk on moonshine from golden sunshine
such a wrong time to be a human being
paradoxically, we only wanted to be kids
at the wrong time
The lawyer is calling
Or the Hawk is coming
But the rockets land the same
In Sunset Town,
They all go to ground
Maybe back from where they came
The rodents and rocks
The zombies in socks
The big gala at the earth's core
I don’t wanna travel
And I don’t want no babble
Can’t take the pressure no more
‘Cause here we are livin’ in Sunset Town
The great coup de grace for the West
Let’s stay up ‘til nine with our moonshine and vines
Gettin’ tangled in the dreams we loved best
When the big missile launch
Rears its head around dawn,
You won’t find me in no basement;
I’ll be out in the reeds
With my riotous deeds
No remorse and no replacement
We all gonna party
With Thomases Hardy and Pynchon —
It’s gonna be grand
And when the Good Lord Jesus
Both blesses and sneezes,
The Seventh Lamb will fire the band
‘Cause here we are livin’ in Sunset Town
The great coup de grace for the West
Let’s stay up ‘til nine with our moonshine and vines
Gettin’ tangled in the dreams we loved best
Now there’s no desecratin’
Or deprecatin’
When Satan’s got his people to serve
Let’s go riding with sin
Since we’re all wired in
To that unified bundle of nerves
Yes here we are livin’ in Sunset Town
The great coup de grace for the West
Let’s stay up ‘til nine with our moonshine and vines
Gettin’ tangled in the dreams we loved best
A once pretty, teenage girl, heavily pregnant
Stood in the rain,
Her clothes torn, her eyes red, her ankles
Swollen, she was in pain,
Her resilience worn out, she often stood on the
Corner of this busy street,
Her eyes pleading for someone to give her
Something to eat,
Some People feel no empathy towards others,
Life is hard, few seemed to care.
I Often bought her a MacDonalds meal,
Her situation inhumane, horrific unreal.
Did she ever know freedom, she was weak,
And could hardly walk, constantly in a daze,
Her hair was dirty, long, and the wind
Slapped it across her face.
I gave her a two hundred Rand note,
Placing it in her hand, Shhhhh I whispered,
As if I already knew, Don’t tell a soul,
I could see her miserable life,
Had already taken it's toll.
I drove her to the outskirts of her home,
Which was always known
To be a dubious zone.
A middle aged, man with greasy hair,
That was going grey, but was once fair,
A cigarette hanging from his mouth,
Came from some-where
Out of no-where,
Saw in her hand the money,
Darn, you don’t need this honey,
I’ll buy me my moonshine!
She heavily made her way through the
Garbage scattered on the floor,
And sank on a torn sofa, just seeking peace,
Not minding who was standing by the door,
The cruel, filthy man continued cursing,
His endless oppression evident,
From the girls bruises glaring.
Who was this pitiful, bad man beating
This unfortunate girl, a father, a brother,
If undeservedly he held one of these titles,
How did he dare to show his drunken face,
Such people do exist in our sad human race,
I began crying, as I will never know,
I saw no mother, in fact I saw no other.
Rumpel Still's kin are a strange lot
With names not easily forgot
But he was kept asleep
By his cousin, the creep
Moonshine Still was the guilty sot
Rumpel had walked deep in the wood
Where Moon was with bros in the hood
Distilling white lightning
The scene was frightning
They drugged Rumpel more than they should
Moon left him leaning 'gainst a tree
Rump's whereabouts, a mystery
By now you realize
I have mixed up two guys
Rip Van Winkle's and Rump's his'try
Rip slept for years in the Catskills
Rump drugged for finding Moon's stills
Rip was greedy for gold
Rump was growing tree mold
Twisted fairytales of ill will
hmmmm oh wait... that's still twisted!!
I long for the sun
To shine my way
Waiting for the day to begin
In sunrays of sun...shine...
Wish you weren't my...friend after all is said and done
I wish for something more
I forlorn all the more...one I adore...
Hit to the core...need I say more?
You bore me with words left unspoken and empty like a corridor...
You left me behind some more
Just let me have some sun...shine...
Wish you weren't my...friend after all is said and done
I'm done being defeated by you
Infected by rue, jaded by you
Rejected by you...this, I say is true
Who knew I'd be sick with the love flu out of the blue
Sun is my art from the start...it's none...
Of your business if I jumped off the gun
I get triggered...triggered...triggered...
By you and you alone
Mutual friendship doesn't matter anymore
As long as I'm with family all the more
All the more
All the more
Because I'm done
With you, taking my sun
And darkening it bit by bit
Let me shine for a change
Let me shine for a change...
Change is a challenging chore and what goes around comes back around...
I got to walk on sea shells and ice just to sacrifice all of me...coughing and bleeding and breathing heavily on the ground
Graze in your own maze...
I'll be having it my way
You can't take my gaze
Off of you today...today...
I'm dependent on being independent
I'm different and unique - so what?
Whatever happens happens...
Whatever...just whatever...
You got me speechless
You got me regardless
Nonetheless, I'm...
Nevertheless, I'm...
Beloved sun and destiny of happiness that has just begun
Moonshine...
Wish you weren't a friend of mine...
I'd rather reach out to the sun
I'd rather reach out to the sun
But...I can't and I shouldn't...
And I wouldn't...dare...break...your...sunshine...
Darling of mine, someday, you'll shine...
You'll always be mine
XOXO away the pain
XOxo away the rain
xoXO away your gain
xOxO away your strain
XoXo away your brain...train...down the drain...
Get out of your circle...
Be my triangle of infinity...
Just, oh just...
Be my sun, Son...
© J.W. Earnings
not like a Christian, but like a victim.
I prayed like a woman afraid,
afraid I was the sacrifice to his vice.
I would lie awake then. I lie awake now
as my heartbeat hammers
my breastbone like a blacksmith,
I remember… I remember
in a pale cringe, I sniffled. My blood polka-dotted
a white floor that smeared an inkblot of me.
A split lip, half-wit tamed by the maim of his fist.
His madman’s magma buried me,
a lingual lava flow that hardened as it cooled.
My sense of self turned to obsidian. I fractured.
Tears slashed like shards. I bled self-esteem.
He preyed on me
as I prayed to him like he was a god.
Please forgive me! It’s all my fault! On my knees
I was dead to myself.
He split my skin. Stripped me to my bones.
His vulture needs I remember.
My emotional remains he savored,
flavored with backhands and vodka bottle bottoms.
I seethed in sour juices of moonshine abuses.
I counted moons and contusions. I counted
each stitch needled through my skin.
My heart quilted with clichés;
I love you. I'm sorry. It'll never happen again.
I seized my breath so's not to moan or implode.
As I exhale I remember
I fantasized of blasting him to the belly of Hell
when I’d usher vengeance inside our back door.
Reaper’s reckoning when this battered forget-me-not
shattered his bones with buck-shot scatter. Damn!
I’d have paid the devil for a jail cell to be free.
A candlelight-night bruised by cruiser lights:
I remember I prayed like a victim to 911.
Oh God! Please God! Help me! He's gonna kill me!
I pressed bleeding heart flowers between diary pages,
diary pages without words cried to be heard.
Concussion dreams panic my pulse, dilate my eyes!
Oh, dreamless sleep, grant me deceased peace.
Until night hags of nightmares die
I will remember...