la luna distaccata

he stood naked
in the tall grass
firing shots
at the moon
while growling
about unrequited love

it was
not nearly the stretch
it should have been
between my disbelief
my total understanding

the brass fell
hot to the ground
the goddamned moon
just hung in the sky
fat and aloof

part of me
to see a wound
cross the pale cratered face
just to feel as if
the unattainable were possible


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