Sometimes I’m afraid when the moon is full
that it is really a giant eye looking down
at all the horrible and stupid things I do at night,
which, statistically, is the time when people
do the most horrible and stupid things.
Burglars burgle, robbers rob, muggers mug,
whores whore, and I fall down drunk in the grass,
or I try to eat noodles with a children’s sand shovel
because I can’t find any silverware. Hello, moon!
I say from the ground. Hello! I say from the kitchen
with a bright orange prong in my mouth.
And then the eye turns into a whole man, The Man
in the Moon, whose mouth is gaping, screaming
at the injustice of burglary and prostitution and adults
eating noodles with children’s sand toys. Hello, moon!
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