(from the moon series)
Here's where you are in the sky. And
here's where you were one year ago
on the same day, the same time.
Notice anything different? Ah,
the clouds. But how do you think
you're doing?
Yes, there is no way to know. For
we have never seen a case
like this all throughout history.
With the same planet density
and trajectory path. Predictions
state that Moon Economy
will be greatly affected
in the upcoming years.
The only way to decrease
adverse opinion is through
an international recompensation
campaign. And even then
moon stability is uncertain.
Apr 21, 2010
Moon Museum & Observation of the Moon is Only Permitted
(from the moon series)
Note: This is a two part poem. Although, either one can stand on its own. The format of Moon Museum is not upheld by the blogspot width standards. Therefore, this is how it's supposed to look - first line long, next line short.
Moon Museum
Pretty soon you will have to buy tickets to the moon. You will have to
avert your eyes
from the sky. Unless you've paid. You will have to buy tickets in advance
through the Internet.
You will look at the rising orb and you will be impressed and you will
imagine life
before the fees, before the tourism. You will feel proud to be able to witness
such a magnificence
amongst the stars. You will notice the intricacies in the craters and the awesome
powers of reflected light.
You will revere the moon's architecture, the engineering. You will be wide eyed
and slow footed
as you ponder the novel historical features created under eons of evolution.
You will watch
the camera flashes fail to capture the magnetic grandiosity of the round satellite.
And you will notice
an absence of vibrancy. A stale sentiment seeping from the moon's core.
You will become
sad as you realize the great historic figure (of countless poems and works of art)
has fallen into limbo,
has lost its responsibility, has been driven from its ability to evolve, has become one more
landmark on the list
of things-you-have-to-do-see-before-you-die books. You will pass the night
with anxiety
and you will wake up the next day only grateful to live in an age where
Observation of the Moon is Permitted
only during certain hours. Women must cover
their shoulders as to not disrupt the modesty.
Do not feed the moon. Do not stare the moon
directly in the eye. Flash photography
is not permitted. If you feel the desire to touch
the moon, please see one of our friendly, smiling
staff for a brochure and/or introduction
to simulated moon sensation tours.
Please bring a rug for kneeling. Rugs are available
for a small fee. knives, guns and other miscellaneous
UPA banned items are not allowed on premise.
If found, culprits will be charged
with a minimum mandatory sentence of five hundred
days or words. Disregard any orange vested staff,
they are merely there for restoration purposes.
Thank you and enjoy your stay.
Note: This is a two part poem. Although, either one can stand on its own. The format of Moon Museum is not upheld by the blogspot width standards. Therefore, this is how it's supposed to look - first line long, next line short.
Moon Museum
Pretty soon you will have to buy tickets to the moon. You will have to
avert your eyes
from the sky. Unless you've paid. You will have to buy tickets in advance
through the Internet.
You will look at the rising orb and you will be impressed and you will
imagine life
before the fees, before the tourism. You will feel proud to be able to witness
such a magnificence
amongst the stars. You will notice the intricacies in the craters and the awesome
powers of reflected light.
You will revere the moon's architecture, the engineering. You will be wide eyed
and slow footed
as you ponder the novel historical features created under eons of evolution.
You will watch
the camera flashes fail to capture the magnetic grandiosity of the round satellite.
And you will notice
an absence of vibrancy. A stale sentiment seeping from the moon's core.
You will become
sad as you realize the great historic figure (of countless poems and works of art)
has fallen into limbo,
has lost its responsibility, has been driven from its ability to evolve, has become one more
landmark on the list
of things-you-have-to-do-see-before-you-die books. You will pass the night
with anxiety
and you will wake up the next day only grateful to live in an age where
Observation of the Moon is Permitted
only during certain hours. Women must cover
their shoulders as to not disrupt the modesty.
Do not feed the moon. Do not stare the moon
directly in the eye. Flash photography
is not permitted. If you feel the desire to touch
the moon, please see one of our friendly, smiling
staff for a brochure and/or introduction
to simulated moon sensation tours.
Please bring a rug for kneeling. Rugs are available
for a small fee. knives, guns and other miscellaneous
UPA banned items are not allowed on premise.
If found, culprits will be charged
with a minimum mandatory sentence of five hundred
days or words. Disregard any orange vested staff,
they are merely there for restoration purposes.
Thank you and enjoy your stay.
Morning Mountain Moon
(from the moon series)
Almost at tree line bells of cows
and mountain goats clop
from rock to rock. The wind
comes like a car from the southeast.
Wraps itself around our fingers.
Our hands find each other. We take
out the cards and miss fire. We eat
cold tortilla and onion. We listen
for animals coming for us in the night.
The rain starts. Our legs ache. The rain stops.
We sleep in shifts. But this is not war.
This is Sierra Nevada and we're afraid
of the unknown. It is big and round
and somewhere out of sight
under the clouds or under the Earth
and we cannot know. But it is okay,
for the absence of loneliness insulates
the Granada mountains well.
Almost at tree line bells of cows
and mountain goats clop
from rock to rock. The wind
comes like a car from the southeast.
Wraps itself around our fingers.
Our hands find each other. We take
out the cards and miss fire. We eat
cold tortilla and onion. We listen
for animals coming for us in the night.
The rain starts. Our legs ache. The rain stops.
We sleep in shifts. But this is not war.
This is Sierra Nevada and we're afraid
of the unknown. It is big and round
and somewhere out of sight
under the clouds or under the Earth
and we cannot know. But it is okay,
for the absence of loneliness insulates
the Granada mountains well.
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