The moon sat at the end of the road
waiting on the horizon
big and fat and full
with a belly full of dreams
and all they had to do was walk to it
and climb up
and float up and away
and out into the sky
and they walked
and they walked down the road
and the moon smiled
and purred and rolled in the night
and the road went through fields
and through mountains
and across rivers and streams
and under the ocean
and over the sea
and the moon got closer and closer
and they walked farther
and farther down the road hand in hand
and with every step their hearts grew
and their love grew
and the moon got bigger and bigger
and final they were at the end of the road
at the end of the world
and the moon opened up
and they climbed up and in
and slowly the moon drifted up
and away and out into the night
and they left all their human misery behind
and left with only each other
and their hearts overflowing with love
until with the moon they were

    gone
      
       gone
        
          gone

She looked pretty enough
to **** the boredom between his legs
and he was drunk enough
that she could make him beg
and bark and do anything
she would command
and it was ten past desperation
and a quarter till nothing
but the cold embrace of an empty bed
and nothing really mattered
between the pages
of a dime store novel
drowning at the bottom
of a wishing well
full of bad pennies
and poor luck in the matters
of fairy tale love
and she was too broken to care
and he was too lost to find
and they found themselves
exchanging plastic smiles
and hollow laughs
and there was more ***** and alcohol
than blood inside their veins
and the regret of bad decisions
was something that
they didn’t seem to mind
and neither one could remember
whose house that they were in
as their clothes and inhibitions
were both lying outside
of the bedroom door
and they couldn’t tell if it felt good
because they couldn’t remember
what good was
but he grunted and barked
and she gasped and she moaned
and at some point they felt the need
for cigarettes
so they pretended
to be done and satisfied
and they didn’t speak a word
that didn’t end up in a laugh
and they were both the punchline
of a joke that no one else could hear
and they both decided to drown
in the bottom of another bottle
so they couldn’t see their tears

They are bombing children
as their own
are hummed lullabies.
They are bombing children
as their own
are tucked into bed tonight.
They are bombing children
as their own are rocked to sleep.
They are bombing children
with rockets burying them
in rubble deep.

She stirred through his dreams
that danced between the hours
of lust and loneliness
and his heart beat chanted
the syllables of her name
setting his dead blood in motion
she spread like wild orchids
with vines tying him to a bed
made of tropical warmth
and human moisture
in the darkness of his room
under the sheets
of his empty bed
he could feel the heat
of her breath sliding
over his seeping skin
her image was painted
in the wet colors
of his desires dreaming
where she slithered
over his twisting body
that writhed in a restless sleep
lost in prayers of wanted sin
and the death for the hours
of his lust and loneliness

Home of the brave who are too soon forgotten
dressed in flags of false songs of freedom
to hide the past acts of human treason
built on soil stolen that is drenched in blood
of hands taken far away from their motherland
pride standing on top of purple mountains
full of lies and fools gold

no truth found in the bleeding gums
of the greed of politicians owned by corporations
humanity takes a backseat
to the trust we put in gods of cash and coin

children held hostage to the skies
of thunder raining down bullets of assault
from guns in the hands of lunatics
allowed easy access to the weapons of their deaths

and the puppet of a president
has a hand so far up his ***
his ego can’t distinguish the difference
between the very basics of right and wrong
and it’s all just for show
the crocodile tears paid for by the puppeteer

how much longer can we watch this horror show
how much longer before we stand up and overthrow
another day will be a day too late
and yesterday is already gone

if not now then when?
if not now all we will be able to do
is sleep with the regret
of what could have been

She had permanent grass stains on her shoulder blades
and the skin on her back always carried
the scent and salt of the earth
her hair danced like green fields in the wind
and had the subtle fragrance of lilacs
and though her flesh was tied to her bones
and her feet walked the ground beneath them
her heart was not bound by these same rules of gravity
and was often found swimming
in the space between the stars
and her eyes where painted with scenes
of the sky held up by oceans
and oceans held down by the sky

he could see himself in these reflections
broken and incomplete
and that somewhere in his life death would be there
and this would still not change in the end
and that no life lived is every complete
and last breaths are just interruptions
of what is that turn into what will be

he knew she had mysteries to be
and mysteries to discover
and questions to ask without speaking
and answers that couldn’t be put into words
she was perfectly herself inside
and outside of her human frailties
and she held a comfort
that could only be found
in being comfortable with your flaws

somewhere in the sound
of the syllables of her name
was a love open and free
that needed no redemption
gave no judgement
held no sin or shame
only the willing connection
to those seeking to find something more
than just the infinite stars
splattered across the endless universe
the something of wisdom hidden
in the heartbeat of not knowing
what is still to be found
and finding what can never be found
by anything other than the truth
of giving love freely
to the greatest fears of the unknown

She drew out his desires
with the shape of her smile
and the colors of love
that she wore on her lips
and her voice was soft and sultry
and her dark sweet eyes
hypnotized and seduced his flesh in places
that made him blush
and he wanted to know the secrets
she kept between the letters of her name
as each syllable felt like a prayer
as they left his mouth
and he whisperd them again and again
until they became a mantra
to the goddess she was
beneath the curves of her skin
and he offered his heart
to sacrifice for her pleasures
and his life was hers to drain
and release and spill out
as he laid next to her
and lost in her
where he wanted to stay
and never be found