Anti-moon poem

 I would not want a lover like the moon

Far away and probably cold not only in June

Just an eye or peering in through the window

Yellow or silver, pitted black or new

I would not want a lover like the moon

She is only a dream that makes you want to swoon

Never comes down from that distance, up there

To the earth to take off her clothes as an apsara

and dance with me to my poor tune

No, I really would not want, either, to be the moon

And be compared by poets to atrocious similes,

lies, metaphors and lunatic images

The moon is like a paper cup

She is cheese and a crescent of t/horns

Dripping blood, a vagina, a sand dune

A desert, there's a girl in it, no, that's a cosmonaut, you fool!

Must be painful to read all that and not feel like a poltroon

Roses are there and stars and the sun

Golden ladders to the night and sky

Blue of the morn

Be careful what you wish for

Be wary of the moon

I would not want to have her for a lover,

That old, capricious, woman moon.