God's Lost Niece's & Nephews

God's Lost Niece's & Nephews

The man in the moon's
          got too many kids.
It's too damn lonely
    up there in the shadow
            of the sunlight.
Nobody pays him to
          watch over the cats.
Not even the hippies
          can remember who
              lives up there.
He's old and dying now;
          aching for a familiar
      soft and dry dream.
When he fucked us by
      the moon's stolen light
    we forgot how to sleep
  in the crawlspace of the
                        mirror,
and that intoxicating spirit
                of ghosts, gods,
                      and angels
                cast that light
        right into silence.