No Moon.

• Author: Jackson, Spoon
• Position: Poem

No Moon. I was afraid this would happen the way the night looks with no moon The way the wind whistles off the back porch You want to love me How can I tell you I have a life but I don't have a life What can I tell you Shall I tell you about the bars that don't speak or the razor wire that longs to sever the throat or the cold winds that bounce off the emptiness Shall I tell you about the trees 200 yards away across the river of electric wire How the trees haunt me like the smell of barbeque the scent of a mountain meadow the sight of crimson painted toes. Across the river, across the fields across the hills there is wine that belongs to no one What can I tell you Shall I tell you about the lovely women I never had Shall I tell you about the moon fading away like a piece of hard round candy I was afraid this would happen the way the...