Moonlife

I

New Moon

rocks in its cradle

blissfully unaware.

 

II

Young Moon bashfully hides behind

curtains of cloud, scared by

all those eyes turned on her.

 

III

Half Moon, half adult,

half kid, uncertain,

slutty, defiant.

 

IV

Gibbous Moon, sure she’s pregnant,

remembers no father or parents to be

mad, determined to go to term.

 

V

Full Moon doesn’t give a shit, splashes her

cash about the sky, free of any

doubt or shame.

 

VI

Gibbous Moon bemoans her

mommy-belly, is wistful and wonders if

there’s a gym nearby.

 

VII

Half Moon has a terminator to die for but

worries something else is

eating her inside.

 

 

VIII

Old Moon looks at what’s left, remembers

reaching out a lazy foot to

rock a baby.

 

IX

No Moon gives the stars once,

and once only,

free rein.

 

X

New Moon

rocks in its cradle,

blissfully

unaware.