Sunday 8 June 2008

First draft of one from a workshop with Michael Symmons Roberts

The moon is green

he says he has proof. Can't you see
where they've doctored the image? I say it is closer
to me than anything else that big will ever be.

Naming other vague conspiracies under my breath
to keep perspective on him, it is hard to grasp
in daylight the wonder of what it is itself.

I plan tonight to take him out and we will count
on our own unsteady eyes to pace the moon across our sky.
Perhaps tonight is when the flight of our own earth will taint

it yellow or harvest red; perhaps tonight it will be new
and disappeared. Either way it is as normal as
a question, or cheese and onion hula-hoops.

In this distant room under arguments of greenery
it is abstracted. Not until later will we see the pock-marked
face of a regular stranger; one side turned, always unseen.

2 comments:

schmemma said...

is this about who i think it is, or do you know more conspiracy theorists?! very good regardless xx

Catalogue25 said...

Yes, inspired by precisely who you think! Teehee! xx