June Bug Moon Song by Nicole Assenza I’m singing the moon song Every night now The space age and its television dreams Addict me Don’t soothe me Satellites can’t calm me This mania makes perdition Hello my name is Lunatic anonymous American werewolves Picking at my bones Succinct teeth sink And a new triptych forms My soul sucked away In the blankets of darkness It’s all loneliness From this point on There’s a humane way to end it Morning light a cathode ray Streaming anesthetics The way angels must have Putting down the war dogs Newspaper weapons line the floor Offense against Flies of anxiety Shelter against The boiler room outside They float into My second floor tomb Orbit around My paranoid night stand lamp A Gatsby green light For a girl who forgot how to sleep At night Until August I’ll go on Singing the moon song 06/10/2006 Author's Note: insomnia =( Posted on 06/11/2006 Copyright © 2024 Nicole Assenza Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Vere Mantratriad on 06/16/06 at 01:44 AM I find that insomnia always takes me on the most interesting journeys... I see that's true for you as well. :) Posted by Jared Fladeland on 07/03/06 at 10:12 PM I loved the beat of this... this would be an excellent piece for a spoken word contest. what's that called... AARRGH. now I can't remember what that competition is called. well. it was good anyway Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)