Pride and Prejudice

 

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.