Moon

a jellyfish moon

engorged

warms the velvet of evening

which hangs like a vestment

obscuring fragments of bone

her orchidaceous mind

swims with avian ideas

of escape

her spinal cord a cutlass

piercing the smog surrounding

a membrane enclosing a cell

swallowed up by the squid-ink sky

night herons hurl themselves at the water’s surface

as the sea is enameled

and thrifty with it's sudden treasures

she fastens her attention

burning them with her fluid stare

her face bristles with shame

the tear from a leaking battery

or a lucent dream

in the salient tremors of sleep

an eye closes

her thoughts will not subside

meringue clouds

celadon seawater

the aroma of rain on sand

her thoughts refracted

by the narcotics of birds circling

dusk now holds her like a vise

a mischievous prismatic abyss

their wings curl like wallpaper

as they drift off like loose flower petals

the last flash of sun boils with rage

a final eclipse as she stands

the cinerous ports of her eyes

shiver and shimmer in strokes of pink

with a soft cry as though torn from its lungs

the silence of the sky falling

against the sound of the earth turning

and she is swayed

as the sea is swayed

by the moon