Guttersnipe

The moon brought low
         lies in a pool of rainwater
its surface streaked
         with oil and dust
Under darkness
         the sad moon
of the misbegotten
         is soon forgotten

A moon without stars
          sad as a fish out of water :
those who talk of love
          know not what they say
The mad moon says
         make love not sense
reach for the stars
         and bank on your dreams

John Lyons