On The Moon
When I am on the moon, my brain game is roller coaster
One minute I was building a three dimensional sailing ship
Wondering if we play chase the wandering neighbor
Or surrender ourselves to squishing blueberries on the sidewalks
This thicker atmosphere gives gravity to things; educates me
But like a good movie quote, or on this case two
“Dammit, it’s so hot I can barely breathe”
“I must be in volcano land for hell sake”
Ha ha ha ha ha, I giggle, see what I just did there,
Oddly said out loud to no one at all
And as usual, my antenna sense says, nothing
Not a thing to watch on any station
But I’m afraid to tune in and check
And come to think about it, thinking and afraid
We pay how much every month, and for what
A load of emptiness by a bunch of wanna-be kings
Copied, remade, stirred up in a vat of virtue
Wait for it, here comes another quote,
“What the hell happened to good old fashioned entertainment”
The internet is a big huge sucking vacuum
Not the kind that cleans up the place
Talk about shit replacing shit
Originality? No one has time for that anymore
It’s rinse, recycle, repackage, and the off to a retreat
At least my TV isn’t selling my personal information
My kite flies in the face of a reality show
The neighbor kids just won’t stop trying to copy me
Closing my blinds doesn’t stop the sunlight
I’m highly suspicious of the number ten
How many times can I count to ten, before I’m crying?
Ten times I’ve tried to capture a handful of fairy dust
And every time, without fail, I come up short
But just barely short as I found my hands sparkling
The glimmer and glitter that now forever accompanies me
My right hand is more weird than my other right hand
And sometimes I can see right through it
And you know two rights can’t make a wrong, so…
I’m not looking for any lefts in the classifieds
I lost touch of what’s on this side of reality
Trying to keep the world from guessing my next move
I’m certain there are people watching me
In reality, that’s not too hard
I don’t know it either; when I move I’m not in charge
Someday I’ll know
My guess is on winter,
When the snow is really coming down
Then I’ll know
Man do I need some fresh air…
Damn
I’m still on the moon…
Writer’s Note
On The Moon is a splinter in the mind’s eye of a human being momentarily trapped in the limbo of that moment when you go from being completely sober feeling to completely something else. It’s comfortable in the same company as Alice, Charlie, Mr. Floyd, and the entire psychedelic music movement of the 60’s/70’s.
R.J. Schwartz is an American author with 2 published works available on Amazon – The Lover’s Thread & Poetry of the Human Condition.
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This does take me back to the 60s and 70s music. That was an era of originality for sure – very different than today. I love your skill of great phrasing to set the mood. Well done, Ralph.
Loved it Ralph, but, damn, I am still on the moon with you!
Fun poem to read. Well done Ralph I think you succeeded with this poem. Jamie