Moons on Jupiter
Moons on Jupiter
I
Want
To get back to
Blue moons on Jupiter
And other random shit that
Just doesn’t exist
Here
I want to paint my harsh realities
Clear
Translucent
As air
And the space between the recesses of your mind
Which I’m sure you will come to find
Flips like a book
Yet
With
Incomplete sentences
I want to renew
Refine
Confuse
The fanatical
Nuances
Of your time
And underline
And put quotes around
The circumference
Of your voice
Without gravity
So the sound won’t perplex me
When you’re screaming
It will sound like a whisper
The pitter patter of little feet
Stalking cheese
In a trap
They will never out master
Because they are so caught up on
Eating cheese
That they miss all the steps in and far
Between
To make it to their destination
Trapped
And
Killed
Just like that
Leaving behind the portal
Of small heart beats
Left to wrap
For themselves
Because we all miss the point
Make survival simply survival
Like an animal
Eat shit breathe
Eat shit breathe
That’s what we call living
Missing all points in between
The point at which we view moons on Jupiter
Smell the roses, avoid the bee stings,
Decipher the clouds in the sky
And hope we see a unicorn
Dancing on a stream
While laying in mile high fresh green grass
And watching butterflies
With wings like fire pass
Eat shit breathe
Cop some cheese
It’s all about survival
-only if you please…
Maryanne D. Brown Campbell is author of books: Serpentine Tongue and Food for the Soul, available at www.authorhouse.com, www.amazon.com and Barnes & Noble.
