Lunacy

These past few days i’m sure i’ve come unglued…
I can no longer find that familiar face in the moon.
More disturbing still...
She’s been replaced by a toothy poodle with a strange ’do.

Is this some kind of trick?
Another surprise tonight?
I’m jarred by the sight of a freakishly creepy pig
Squealing in delight
– Gleefully usurping this vista of the night.

Don’t go thinking i’m getting
Mystical
On you.
I deal only in the mythical
And occasionally... rue.

Gone: with her hair falling gently across her face…
or
Perhaps, blown back by a celestial breeze in space…
What’s more?
I begin to question
Exactly when... it was i started to see her in the first place…

The stunning siren of this satellite,
I know her well: laughing in the night,
Her lips parted slightly - perhaps she might
Finally reveal the big secret…

Was this it – a clandestine exit?

Or is this some kind of joke?

I anxiously peer up at a new night’s sky…
Did she really sing her last goodbye?

I gasp – She’s back!

It appears i misspoke.

And i suspect that now i might even know

Her big secret…

As a general rule, i usually ask my mom to proofread stuff, since she has a grasp on the English language that is unparalleled. When she doesn't have time to receive an email, proofread & return; i just read it to her quickly, and she gives me pointers.

Have i mentioned that i have an internet phone? There's a lot of similarity to that of "dropped calls" when dealing with cell phones. I have alluded to the confusion this can cause, in earlier posts.

...so i finish reading the poem.

*Dead silence.*

• Me: "Mom?"


• My Mom: "uh... Yes? I'm here."


• Me: "Umm... Is there something wrong? Did you think it was too ...umm, ...much?"


• My Mom: (sounding distressed) "When did you, ah, start seeing these things in the mirror?"


• Me: "Mirro... What? Moon, Mom. Mooooon."


• My Mom: (laughs) "Oh, good! Although i was going to say that i could relate."


• Me: "Well, in that case, so could i."

We laugh.

She still maintains that mirror & moon are interchangeable, though i prefer to stick to my own slightly skewed reality. I immediately thought of these old AT&T Cingular commercials.

Earl got your tongue?