But moon…haha

I’m on my bed,

At home, at peace,

And think,

What happened moon?

Did you fall, were you

Cast into the sea?

A wee green goblin

Inhabits my loungeroom

TV as loud as an orchestra,

An alternate reality, crash,

Bam, only response is when

I say she doesn’t talk! Goblin

Logic!

Psycho sits in the backyard

Whoops, coiled in convulsions

Of its own magnificence

Laughs to itself, day in

Day out, watching, listening,

Waiting, like a shark, in

Silence, for an opening

Hearing thus, I try relax,

Neighbours pace up and

Down the fence, mumble,

“Bitch, slut”, schwinehundes

Trapped in the moon in the

Sea

They know the cleaner, he

They, he knows the hole in

The fence, knows their talk,

Like the backs of schwine

I pause, reflect, recollect

A moment passed, people

On a train, and a man going

Insane, they laughing, watching

Themselves touched by

Something – the waves all

Crashing

On my bed, that’s me, here, and

Psycho strides in with psycho

Babble, green goblin writhes

In its demented horrific TV-

That is my mother,

And to my imagination, that’s how

She appears in reality

So I’m thinking, moon,

Did you let go and fall?

Did you then take the sea?

All those doomed souls,

Stench of laughing

Pants abyss, pissing

Themselves into your sea?

They come at me, here,

To my bedland peace,

Crowd around, smell out

Difference, they try, moon,

Sea, they can measure and weigh,

They dont know me, haha