On the Moon Man's Wink

A darkened dome loomed lacking luster

Sooty and subdued.

Long lines of lights lit lifeless lane.

Obscuring deafening doom.

Here and there the chatters chattered

Not stopping once to think

Of the Moon-Man's solemn sackcloth

And his well-intentioned wink.

With carefree gait a runner ran

Perpetually perturbed.

A doggy dogged a dogged path

His master daft, disturbed.

On these bruisers brashly blundered

Not stopping once to think

Of the Moon-Man's solemn sackcloth

And his well-intentioned wink.

A single solemn solo slowed

And laughter left loose lips.

Lovebirds sang sweet simple sonnets

and wished to stay time's ships.

All these benefiting boldy

But not stopping once to think

Of the Moon-Man's solemn sackcloth

And his well-intentioned wink.

Dimly daring with a sliver

To offer only ochre

A paradigm to paltry pawns

Who live lives just as jokers.

Sufficient in themselves they thought

Not stopping once to think

Of the Moon-Man's solemn sackcloth

And his well-intentioned wink.

Inspired by the moon tonight.  It was winking at anyone who would take minute to notice.