5

a phantom emerges.

it must be the Moon.

damn you, Moon.

it must be fate.

can’t stop the night from coming.

can’t escape the

eye

of the

Moon.

still,

can’t sleep while she’s around.

mind longs for repose.

or at the very least,

relief.

Jimi got none, neither will i.

desperation becomes monomania.

grip starts slipping.

clear up, head.

Hemingway said it best.

no recourse on the surface.

gotta’ go deep.

photo: Santa Claus by Mary Ellen Mark – NYC, 1963

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