Wafer Thin Moon

 

The wafer-thin moon, Dips

Behind the milky white clouds

The night mixes with a swirl

My coffee is getting cold

On this starry night

 

I put my collar up, but

The cold just ruins us

I put my hat on

But the night just curses us

 

Time is an abstract

It flows and engulfs

It's there, but not

Then, so too is life

A meaning lost in

The black onyx sky

 

The sirens tear the night in half

And the morning finishes the job

Fast women, a slow burn

Of my cigarettes and this

Bottle of cheap whisky

 

Barking at the moon,

That’s growling like a husky

My hands burn from the cold shoulders

And my eyes burn from all the smoke

No warmth, just broken alley stares

 

The streets are desolate with the masses

Talking to themselves though earpieces

Like homeless madmen

With signs that read, “The end is nigh, again”

 

The old men, like gatekeepers

With Cheshire cat grins

Stroking their bearded goatees

And chewing on unlit cigars

 

I’m nursing my whisky

Smoking my cigarettes, staring

At the wafer-thin moon

Wondering which way my life will turn

Down this purple hued avenue

Reviews

[Lily Mae]

I love where you take my mind and heart.. I feel as though I lived it... The poem as a whole is brilliant and yet I love the last two lines.. The purple hued Ave.. :) xx

[Seshat Nidaba]

Your vocabulary warms my heart, so many parts made me feel cozy.

The 1st and 6th stanzas in particular felt and seemed masterful to me.