Wafer Moon

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I broke off a piece of a wafer moon
For the lady in the crepe paper room.
Everyone would like to lie on silky beaches
And sail past the Mediterranean’s reaches
And go on car rides in fancy cars,
Reflecting a dozen suns and stars.

Smash up things
And people
Who do without
So we can indulge all of our desires.

Like threading a needle with boxing gloves,
I’ve never been good at pinpointing true loves.
Everyone would like to have a mansion
And some standing in their father’s house
And have some ivory-backed buttons
To keep that respect fastened down.

Smash up things
And people
Who jaywalk barefoot
To work to assemble our senseless shoes

Senselessly supporting and
Carelessly purporting
Our decision to just do nothing
Except making love “not that knotted pride we choose to loose,
But what entertains and pleases and makes the morning news.”





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