On a Full Moon

Bitter Moon

Pretty dreams, swift drizzles, generous whispers

Garnished in a tumble tin –

Spiced with green and red,

Served hot, or chilled in no time.

Ripples golden and black,

Useless – doubtful, how did it come to know?

Waves don’t come,

For, waves have dried on sunspots.

Speak over lines for clearer answers,

Sensible senselessness –

The buzzword, of importance

Garnering it is gnawing, though pitiful.

The point is gainful earnest.

Ideas are not always ideally dealt with –

So take a chance.

Blahs include ‘et al’s.

Working is a religion –

Practiced in great earnest.

Ability is a language –

Often twice misread to be understood.

And somewhere down

You begin enjoying the show...

Be entertained.

After all, what have you got to believe,

But, in the very same ‘it’?

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