mister moon

I ran into him head on tonight;
shards of windshield glittered in my eyelids;
once conscious
fingers softly scanned without deepening the embedded.

Where were you oh mister moon?
Your luminescent ivory refracted beautifully
in the sea green shards on my dashboard.
You were smiling beyond my peripheral vision.

Mister moon, who taught you how to paint?
Who taught you how to interpret
your tints and tones on his lifeless face
hanging loosely, limply from his neck?
His hair moved in slow motion from the wind
on his upside down head
dangling from his window.

Last night, mister moon,
you rode on the edges
of smiling silver faces
on pieces of coal
traveling to the power plant
on hunchbacked train cars.
I watched you pass safely
from behind my steering wheel
until the signal lights quit clambering.
You followed me
in my rear view mirror.
Yes, closer than you appeared.

But tonight
the smile-less are at a dead pan stop
bathed in you and blood
with no hope of the next bottle of whiskey
correcting anything.

Mister moon,
your vanilla face
paints my effigy in silhouette,
and collects in sea green bits of
windshield scattered like stars
on an asphalt sky.

Reviews

[Jack...]

My friend, this was really out of here. Man i really enjoy how you apint with words. being in the autobody field I was moved by your descriptive flow here...wow, way too coll my friend.

[Lyn Anderson]

This is a visual and intense, descriptive write. I have one comment as to style, form -- would behind my peripheral vision work instead of beyond? Anyway, great as always.

[m.s.early]

Thank you KL... It's a suggestion definitely worth considering :)

[Linda alexander]

windshield scattered like stars
on an asphalt sky.
A very great write, poem succeeded fully in describing the situation with every details possible including no hope for another bottle of whisky, windshield as scattered stars in the dark sky like asphalt, which is a strong simile, really enjoyed, now poetic perspective excluded comments, so sorry for the family and the candidate and hope for minimum events in future, impressed the way you can make poems based on common tragedies in society

[m.s.early]

(: thank you so much Linda :)

[Linda alexander]

You most welcome, take care

[Sami Khalil]

Not fan of drinking but I like the poem and the moon aspects...Bravo..............

[m.s.early]

(: Me neither Sami. This poem was not to romanticize the disease of alcoholism. It was to show how confounding and deadly it is. Thank you for reading :)

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. Good to know...You are welcome...:)...............

[Vidya Bacchus]

Well who knew a poem about a drunken crash could be so lovely.You have written this so well my friend :)

[m.s.early]

(: thank you vidya :)

[Vidya Bacchus]

You are welcome :)

[Frieda P]

This is the most gorgeous pen'd piece of a drunken fools intoxicated crash I've read, don't blame it on the moon my lush friend. ;-)

[m.s.early]

Frieda, you make me curious to know just how many drunken fools drunken crash pieces you read. Thank you for reading :)

[Frieda P]

Haha you'd be amazed, it's either booze or drugs...but this one is a gobstopper ;-)

[Chris]

A fair interpretation of stop motion perception and the afters math of tomorrows.

[m.s.early]

(: thank you for taking the time to read Chris :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

after midnight...driving while intoxicated....the moon distracts, the whiskey paints pictures with the moon...there is collision in art, and the asphalt sky is a roadblock of shattered glass and twisted metal.

[m.s.early]

(: very cool and interpretive review. Thanks for reading Jacob. :)