A Couple of Ways of Looking at the Moon
Marquee Moon: Tom Verlaine died last week; his guitar solos arpeggios sullen punk raindrops scraping a concrete pond of jazz; few really noticed that hand meets air meets face angel slap of a voice he had.
Full Moon: Placid-hung in once-monthly skies. They are pampered. They are serene. Queen bees lulled by jagged hives of stars.
Fingernail Moon: Brazen slices never challenging a waxing sky. Heaven citrus. Lost In its own sweetness.
Marquee Moon (let’s try again): Could we watch a movie on the moon? Cossetted in seats awaiting gravity’s challenge; how would popcorn work?
Country Song Moon: Forget the sullen dog, the pickup truck, burdened as a cabdriver’s lips, try to forget all the violations a heart can summon. There is always a moon. Willing you to watch by the window. And wait for the wrong things.
Sara Levy is a Registered Nurse Navigator for George Washington University’s Internal Medicine Department. She writes lots of chart notes and some poetry. This will soon change. She lives in Washington, DC and is very grateful to again be published in Gargoyle.