"Moon Rocks"
Sometimes I think I carry moon rocks in my head.
It was said that my ego was dead.
The moon shines bright green.
So much for that scene.
I love water skiing.
The water is aquamarine.
Like to watch the tadpoles in Lake George.
Right next to the flowing river's gorge.
Below the cavern's orange walls.
Where a Harley Davidson bicycle with a basket falls.
The damned car stalls.
I sober up and realize I'm touching God's gate.
Doesn't know how to live with fate.
Excuse me while I check my watch's date.
You are so full of loathing hate.
Don't belong in New York State.
Go break the earth's plate.
I can't wait!!!...
Love you anyway.
By Jonathan Billet
05.03.2015
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