Moon Monster

(from the Moon Series)

Lump in throat Tuesday, a faint throb,
a glance at watch, only seconds left.
A swallow

and the night turns ink black.
The hunted uncuffed. The worms
cool their bellies on the rails.

The winds blind crash into trees
shake skeleton monkeys to the ground
in a clatter like unhinged keys
of a piano, waterfall of bones
down a spiral staircase,
the penguin teeth merge in symphonic

sustain. Fingers brush stubble neck,
push down gulps. Moon pills
and damnit yesterday is lost

to the bowels of memory,
the furnace of the moon,
la luna nueva y vacia.