The Moon Smiles

The Moon Smiles

Posted on November 29, 2013by chimerapoet

Check the small print one more time
before you sign the deed
the marketplace may not be buying
what you think you’re selling
in this place of instant freeze dried aspirations
where every chicken seeks to be chanticleer
and all full moons rise with smiling faces
dreams and delusions are separated by a line so thin
that the angels dance across it when tired of the pin
no ring to rule, no drink to make you larger
to swim in the water of Lethe
may deaden your fears
for awhile
but feeds them too
until grown so large they become master
and cringing, you look to the sky
to see that the full moon still rises smiling
it never was just for you.


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