The sun took my eyes and put them on the moon

The face on the moon is a mask,
a caricature,
a serial killer,
no different than mine:
it always looks sad, alone,
surprised to find itself
so far out there
on its own.

About pinklightsabre

William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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2 Responses to The sun took my eyes and put them on the moon

  1. alesiablogs says:

    I’m not sure if I should be depressed or enlightened. Great post.

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