The moon is a coffee cup
glowing fatly, spilling a sweet, sticky sky
lapped up
by the tiny sharp-edged tongues of stars.
Spiced with caffeine,
thoughts fall like dandruff on black shoulders,
like a skyful of stars in a magician's top hat.
Saturday, August 2, 2008
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