Sunday, Moonday

The Evening Quarter Has been flipped Tonight the moon tastes tails Swollen mass beat and whipped Until Luna's mouth opens and wails

I can smell the coincidence

  in the air 

  There is the answer

  lurking everywhere 

  Lurking, hiding in 

  plain sight

  Lingering around for

  the flight 

  Waiting around 

  for the fight 

You're face is on the wall 

  Sometimes a flash 

  Is all there is at all

  A brisk of tongue 

  Licking my ball 

  Inhaling your hair 

  Into my lung 

  My memory

  Is tall 

  And temporary 

  Are our 

  Calls 

  And cries 

  Your despairing 

  Fall 

  Of all the times 

  I Tried 

  Not one of them 

  Was noticed 

  Not one at all 

My worried mind 

  Strives to 

  Meet yours 

  Somewhere 

  Up in the air 

  Where You sing 

  Without 

  A care 

  In the world 

       *

I wake up 

  Drink and 

  Hurl the dreams 

  Into a wooden bowl 

  Carved from 

  Spite 

  And might 

  And wonder 

  And bright 

  Splendor Secretly 

  Carved In the 

  Silent shadows 

  Of the night 

  When eye of 

  The Moon is bright 

  As he licks 

  His spoon 

  Of stars O light 

  When mind blinks  

 And I can pray 

To the moon 

 And actually feel 

It listening 

 And I whisper words 

About your hair 

 And your 

  Sass 

And the 

  Moon 

Grows pale 

  When I 

mention your 

 P***y 

  And 

Your 

  A*s

Reviews

[Laurena]

I really enjoyed this! Love the flow of it, it felt like I was stepping down each line. And the ending was wonderful. I don't know if you were aiming for humor, but this put a good chuckle in me. :)

[Chadvonswan]

Hahah hey thanks alot for reading and reviewing! I appreciate it (: