Chewing on the grey moon

This is a dark street, very big.
It has many cellars;
I stand in a quiet corner under a doorstep,
I must make more children.

A policeman stands in his shell
Bent under a bundle of crime,
His teeth are chattering like a poor leper’s.
He also is in the moon’s ball.

I am aware of an absence, presently,
Growing inside me, chalked-handed,
My belly does not move;
I eat my way to a fat sort,
Food smells in a potted chamber.

Here is a cuddly mother.
Little humble love though;
It is warm and tolerable
In the bowel of birth;
A stony hole. He is to blame.

I find no face but my own,
It is good for me,
For thirty years, poor and white.
I tried praying for forgiveness,
But God chuffed me off like a non-believer.

The child in the white crib revolves and cries,
His little face is carved in pain
Hungry for my breast.
We touch like cripples.

I am nun-hearted and blind to the world,
It does not injure my attention;
Is this love then?
O heart, exit like kisses.

chewing on the grey moon

47 comments on “Chewing on the grey moon

  1. It felt lonely.

    Very nicely conveyed.

  2. Bonsoir un bel écrit criant l’espoir sur son chemin de douleur une belle chute ô cœur, sortie comme des baisers oui est-ce donc l’amour ?

  3. ssfrerking says:

    Such longing, darkened and cold.

  4. librepaley says:

    This is very powerful. I see a post-apocalyptic landscape, barren and crying from our neglect.

  5. crazywitch25 says:

    Very deep. You captured another world almost, perhaps another dimension.

  6. As usual, I loved this reading, Lance!! 🙂

  7. Mystic Dee says:

    My, my. I don’t know what to say, Lance.

  8. Words of wisdom! Thanks for sharing…

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  10. lampmagician says:

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  11. Lona Gynt says:

    … We touch like cripples. Strong and painful, covered by habits, but still some hope proffered perhaps for that knew life teething on that orb.

  12. Eloquent, compelling art in words!

  13. efge63 says:

    Really great Post!!!

  14. francisashis says:

    It’s great to find a really great poet replying to everyone’s comment. So much to learn from people like you,especially simplicity and humility.I really feel honoured to receive emails of your publications. Thank you so much Sir.

  15. francisashis says:

    It’s easy to read your poems, but it’s not at all easy to digest.I mean to understand it’s inner meaning.

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