Poem -

The daydream moon is dead

the daydream moon is dead.
++++++++++++++++++++++

i feel powerless when
the
moon looks at me and
daydreams,

closing it's countless
glowing eyes,

until I see behind the
scenes!

(The Tragedy Of
Paradise.)

+

I suffer a not-so-subtle
insanity,

but
Others tell me I Am
Blessed;

at
Times I even Burst
Out Laughing!!

(to mask My Weeping
Hearts Distress.)

+

i hate it when the walls
laugh back,

i use my fists to silence
their voices;

they often make my fucking
head crack!!

(and spill out countless
shitty choices.)

+

yesterday my brain decided
to masturbate;

(though the world remained
a mocking tease.)

Hoping To Be Fucked By
A Higher Fate!

(but it left us Broken and
Diseased.)

+

(epilogue)

at
13 a.m. a pissed off shot
rings...

and
eats up Half a Haunted
Head.

As The Universe
Begins to Sing!

(because The
Daydream
Moon Is Dead.)

j.s.h.

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author
Icarus Flocke

Apologies in advance for anyone who
is offended by the obscenity of this piece.

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author
Marion Price

I'm not offended Icarus, anything to do with the moon is fine by me, I'm sorry that you shot it😀...I always have to read your work several times before I get it, you have such an unique style but your work always 'gets me'...makes me ponder and think...excellent 🌹

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Icarus Flocke

Ty. Sincerely miss (or most respectively misses) Price.
comments like yours are the reason I keep coming here.
I also enjoy your works and find your manner of thoughts
to be beautiful.

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