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i shot the moon
By manunkind
I shot the moon last night
And laughed as the wretch
Screamed!
bullet hole,
A third eye glaring at me
From her sickly brow.
I watched as sticky moon blood
Congealed and dripped down
The line of her temple.
The blood fell in hot pregnant drops,
Spattering the great
Oceans with narcotic tar
Of magenta, silver
And deep dark indigo
Gluttonous fish drank of the thick nectar
And their gills flooded with
Sleep and sweetness
They smiled and blinked
Lethargically as their hearts
Slowed
Bloated bodies rose like
Brightly colored balloons
I shot the moon last night
Ships caught and sunk in her blood
Entire cities
Were candied by her tears
But I sat on the mountain top
Gun in hand, twinkle in eye
And my laugher rang out through the night.
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© 2006 manunkind
Published on Thursday, October 26, 2006.
Filed under:
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Comments on "i shot the moon"
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A former member wrote:
Happiness in the destruction.. safe on that mountain. This is heavy in symbolism (at least the way I've taken it..) incredible.
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On Monday, May 9, 2011, Virgils Vigil
(75)
wrote:
Impeccable imagery. Inspiring.
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A former member wrote:
wow. This was amazing, great imagery.
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On Thursday, October 26, 2006, Aunty Depressant
(434) wrote:
So incredibly vivid. Like a tale of myth come alive, bringing beautiful tragedy wrought by maniacal mischief of just one being, leaving their imprint on the heavens...Fantastic lunacy!
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