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I shot the moon last night
And laughed as the wretch
Screamed!

bullet hole,
A third eye glaring at me
From her sickly brow.

I watched as sticky moon blood
Congealed and dripped down
The line of her temple.

The blood fell in hot pregnant drops,
Spattering the great
Oceans with narcotic tar
Of magenta, silver
And deep dark indigo

Gluttonous fish drank of the thick nectar
And their gills flooded with
Sleep and sweetness
They smiled and blinked
Lethargically as their hearts
Slowed

Bloated bodies rose like
Brightly colored balloons

I shot the moon last night

Ships caught and sunk in her blood
Entire cities
Were candied by her tears

But I sat on the mountain top
Gun in hand, twinkle in eye
And my laugher rang out through the night.




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On Wednesday February 6th, 2008, The Zebra Warrior (2414) writes:
a surreal horror poem! The last line is a perfection etch of madness...perhaps the repetition of the word 'blood' is my only complaint. The poem is also odd. It has no fixed point of time feeling, and a detached narrative manner - which coincidentally - I actually like, I like the ambiguous manner of it. "..But I sat on the mountain top Gun in hand, twinkle in eye And my laugher rang out through the night...." a chilling finale to a short sharp burst of sinister poetry....I enjoyed, immensely..


On Thursday October 26th, 2006, dying angel (1344) writes:
i agree with aunty this is sooo vivid. its like i could taste the air in this. such a stunning write. i loved the title!


On Thursday October 26th, 2006, Aunty Depressant (717) writes:
So incredibly vivid. Like a tale of myth come alive, bringing beautiful tragedy wrought by maniacal mischief of just one being, leaving their imprint on the heavens...Fantastic lunacy!



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