Full Moon Chaos

 Note: These "Chaos" poems are mashups of various lines rediscovered in notebooks past, foraged pieces with a loosely common thread, deconstructed then woven back together.

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Isn’t it funny, how she follows us wherever we go?  

What the Fuck Moon. Swoon Moon.  

She will never be a cheap thrill, lady of the night, forgotten in the morning

She will be here today, gone tomorrow.

magnetic pull of fingertips

Coming into her own big bang.

Face in the moon,

neither man nor woman,

Mirror in the moon,

Tell us a story about a time you bared your bones, how it feels to be exposed?

Shard of glass pierces knee ; remains under cover of flesh, bone & nerve.

Tell us a story about a time someone stole a piece of you want back?

    Wincing, too much blood, too much skin unhinged. 

Why do we only wish on the first star,

When seen together, we can wish on constellations?

I wish for her in front of me on this bench

body turned, left knee up, right knee under table, 

I want her crescent moon cradled on the inside of my knee extended upward 

 right palm on her low back, moon halo glowing above like heaven is here if she’s here,

and i want her heaven here in front of me, 

fingers tracing up the stairway of her spine,

 each vertebra closer to god-generating syncopation

Reflection of naked body

Tits round erect in french door windows letting the light in

Where are they?

The other side of the reflection wonders-

Where are they?

The light in windows letting in french door tits round 

naked body reflection of

    a steady pull toward-

Intimacy of sharing moon-bound prose.

Maybe the first star is just a reminder to look out for the others.

Nightly chaos chasing poeticizing freezing fucking hot to stay warm

Preservers of letting your freak flag fly ;

sleep but a timeless dream we’re savin’ up to afford.

Chasing wind after pieces of paper written down in the past to capture this fleeting moment -

Beyond the mask of cryptic poetics untraceable,

dropping hints but not a clue...

is there a story here?