Moth
- By Thom Skiens -
grab the moth in the mystic
night
sun is stretched, bloated
thing
pale moon rises just in
time
- jesus christ, i heard the whisper
my heart done cracked
on the other
side
but i cease to jump though my wings are
cut
i cease to pull cuz i do not care
i cease to increase cuz i’m like thin air
i’m irrisistible
money comes, money goes
i make it to work just a minute
late
the artifact, a money machine is
the god we hail
- oh jesus christ, i heard the exlaim
animal noises from the oak floor boards
yes, a skunk crawls down there
i heard its fur rub against my
tub
the moth, it lingers in yellow
sight
a modest try with weekend
plight
i flutter forth, i flutter
free
i extend myself to a deranged bee
lift my wings
lift my flight
i’m invincible here in mystic
night
let me glow, let me fly,
dont ya envy me
cuz i’m just a moth in the mystic
night
- jesus christ, i heard the
whisper
(Note: this poem is surreal and i know it might strike any readers as puzzling, to say the least; it is intended to be metaphorical, symbolic. I am the moth, of course, a hovering, flamboyant creature; one who is watched, envied, despised, considered as unconventional, outspoken, expressive, artistic, controversial (maybe). It is really about a simple subject: the day in the life of being me in my every day existence, as I “flutter” to work just a minute late, then to the club, then to my partner’s house and then in the moon and sunshine; i thrive, just as any other creature would..It is strange and yet it was written so quick and spontaneously, I am still figuring out what it means….he he….any way, please feel free to comment as I deeply appreciate this….thank you for your indulgence…he he; if you don’t like my poem, please don’t be too unkind…he he)
Your poem is fascinating and beautiful. I knew as I was reading it exactly what it was about and could see you in each line. I only hope everyone that knows you understands what it is and why. I think I do.