Poems

Lunar Revenge

The Moon

in full dress

rides over the valley

and awakens the sleeping, crying

“Get out of my temple!”

The Moon

in full battle gear

creeps up to the developer’s shack,

breaks out every window

and kicks in every door.

The Moon

in tempered armor

drives the biggest tractor

in Colorado,

knocking down highway billboards

and tearing up all the pretty black asphalt.

The Moon

is naked once a month

and everything is in order

But the only people who see it

are those who wouldn’t sell the Moon

had they the opportunity.

Eagle Feathers

Eagle Feathers

are different colors.

Some have even slanted features.

Some are plumbers

Some are teachers.

Some just don’t have needed fixtures

or ancestors.

Revolutions gone by screaming

jolting values from their hiding.