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Pissing on the moon
By andybyers
07 September 2007
I stood there
so did he
black water rippling, trees ghost-sided
all dusted white by soft light blast
sand still warm
on the tide’s retreat

He said
Look what I can do
baring himself to summer’s black eye
golden arches flying
reaching
straining
all the thrust of modest rockets
laughing, splashing my toes

Pissing on the moon
and more adventures
before the sun comes up

Reviews

Written by Phil (8763 comments posted) 7th September 2007
Liked this very much although the last five lines of the middle have me thinking. Really liked ghost sided andnullsoft light blast
 
Phil.

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