History Moon Poems

 (with nudity optional)


Not another effort from The Lefts bleating masses, but the sparkily aristocracy of cerebral-celebritys; their binary-duality sweeping earth-wise. 

I don't object to...

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beak
of the plague mask
    lest I smell
your rotting bodies
    strewn
I smell your crosses
  daub your doors
I smell your...

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Now for some good news,
that we might have missed.
It ain't no riot or pandemic,
so maybe didn't make your list.

For the first time in history,
a commercial...

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A blood moon's
                      ...

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In this embrace of fog 
               and night, 
  ...

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The earth needs our love, support and constructive action. Wolves are exceptionally important to the ecosystem, and they are a blessing to all of us....

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The stars have guided the minds of our history over the darkness of raw ocean in the face of its’ anger and wrath and power...

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I’m riding shotgun in her car
as we drive through the night
neath Neil Armstrong’s moon
radio plays that Animal’s song
but San Francisco's almost as 
far from this...

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Almost single-handedly, moon conquers the night
Although the stars, taken together, shine so bright,
Give to the moon most precedence, evenhandedly
Moon conquers the night, almost single-handedly.

The moon...

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Footnotes to the crime 
mankind divided the ruination 
of the kingdom 

earth bleeding into Stardust 
a time lost and forgotten 
in footnotes to the crime...

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Light of silent moon swathed in a gray cloud
Spoke to me through the unshuttered blind,
And though I closed my eyes to shut it out
I could...

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Like a dream unfolding
 on this historic day 
astronauts head skyward - heroes,
 fools, call them what you may

The world watches in awe
 its genesis...

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I listen to the silence of the night.
Though we deem it quiet, silent just isn’t quite right.
I can hear the bristling of the leaves. 
Imagination...

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Pitter, Patter, Ratter, Tat, Tatter, Rain falls softly on cracked window pains. The house darkness is solid, quiet as death, it covers all where it...

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Carrying a sleeping baby.
Cleaning after a successful party.

Camping beyond mountains more mountains.
Playing trumpet on the streets of New York City.

Eating although the food supply is...

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