moon medicine and fairy tales,
four wooden blocks and incense sticks,
faint mistiness, delete details
off woolen socks and puppy licks.
stars are dripping moon is melting,
pull and push, the planet’s tilting.
elastic ebb and formless flow
bend and strip the plastic psyche,
pulsing, beating, inner tempo,
suffocate and wrap so tightly.
loom and weep in bending black,
the water trickles forward, back.
bending bends to bend black back to
as morning whimpers drops of dew,
distilling limbic sedative.
drip-drip, lick-lick, moon is melting,
taste the ether, all’s dissolving.