Sooperloon (Look Too Long At Some Wax Past Cast Out Ecliptic) Poem by Luke J. Holt

Glow ball
Dull burn
Maroon russet sky helmet
Drinking gourd in the sour blue heaven
Ashen penny close to the eve of ruin
Some far off headlight
Just one
But no songs
Alone with the squash colored moon in a chair on a lawn in the night
Now
Caramel orb earth sister
Clone normal silver satellite
Burnished brown for some Wicca feast or ballgame
Some sore, bloody harvest
Not again till over 50
This special candle
Winning bronze when silver is commonplace
Space and her gaping jaundice baby
Some balance
Like love
Some undisturbed fragility
Some heavenly regard beyond hands
Beyond hopes
Beyond the snowy threads of history's loves that trace the route of homeless comets
All other bodies just a twinkle
But you
I can see your scars from behind even this amber scarab
Some show!
Some blithe never promised
Some oak face tells
Up here this time
Under lunar honey from a traffic light's dusty yellow
Agate sphere protrude and ascend
Crown and dialate
Round agate blimp over the landfill
Some molasses meteor
Some diminutive Jupiter
Some train's electric whistle explodes
Some dazed travelers under the rusty citrine eclipse
No more balance or brains
No more malaise or murder
Just moons
Cast out
Like this
Up high where, like pain not let go, it is constantly seen but never touched or sated
Just
In orbit too far yonder to breathe on
Too still and not yours to stare too long