Tide Pool

When my dad calls me drunk and staring at the moon again amidst inland hurricane winds.

The moon is full

of craters and landscapes

that can't be crossed.

There are rumors 

of a malicious melody 

that only the madmen hear.

Shrieking angels slumped over

after the choir disperses

each a remnant rhythm

a holy compulsion.

Author's Note

Is there more?

Reviews

[Joel Crow]

Love this. The creepy factor is off the charts. In part I like the brevity, but also I'd be fascinated to hear more on the malicious melody. These are good, but vague, ideas. The intermingling of the holy and sacrilegious imagery is effective, if cryptic. But perhaps it isn't meant to be understood in depth.