How I spent my Afternoon 40x40x2 cm collage, mixed media on canvas
CONFESSIONS OF A MOONY
If you’ve ever just come to,
the moon shining
in your eyes, most likely
a Saturday night
to Sunday morning—
substances
running riot down the length of your body—
you’re not alone my brothers and sisters.
She wakes me up all the time.
Every insomniac’s
preferred metaphor
is an interrogator’s
lamplight in my eyes
as I admit every
foul act ever committed
throughout a douchebaggy
botched & bungled
life, and still she won’t let me sleep.
She’s somewhat blurred, behind a thin membrane
of mist, like a cookie—or shortbread, just dunked
in coffee or tea—or like a girl who, knowing she’s
gorgeous, insists on your attention—
a smirking delicious cock teasing moon.
