Allan Moon | Word Felon

  • Allan Moon | Word Felon

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© 1997 / 25 poems
ISBN 965-90528-0-4
This was the first book that I self-published, with poems from 1992 to 1996. I typed it all up on this klinky 1930’s Austrian typewriter that my grandmother gave me and the poems are raw to the teeth.

Selected poems

We subsist on corner dust
like vague gifts that await use
Never looked at with level eye
Once in time lowered for public show
Their women strum our strings
Composing chords dishonest
to the ears of children
We are put in rooms with floors bare
so that steps can be charted
from shelf to door
Some of us have turned to windows
that turn to pastures
so that they can see
My mother is a gun
they use to go free

We wish for extinction
But We have no substitution
In a world inspiration free
Where all they have is We

Every day it is brief
Believers make their way to the praying grounds
Heretics lay asleep, most without a spouse
Collectors of waste tally up the count
The crowes take advantage of any edible debris
Busses warm their engines
Children smile in appreciation of this golden hour of time
Where rumpled sheets are shoved to floor
And early rays are blacked out by cotton pillows
Dogs receive a morning walk by an owner to the anonymus
He’s whistling “Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard”
I join in
The moment is gone

pollen breazes through my hair
the high grass folds in prayer
a sun field horizon frowns
at the glistening lips of the waterwell
blood streaming sparkles
as i stand tall
over the dogtooth violets

what of flower?
pollen gospel
botanic splendor
under Hesper
what of petal?
brow settled
gentle lash of eye
brushes at my
poetry in vise
spider-web precise
begging dialogue
unrobed
nature stops at two
so what of you?

trite as Christ
like evening star
blossom bizarre
pleading please
to far of you

impractically free
from unnatural three

WHY I AM LONELY AS A GHETTO FLOWER
FIRE HYDRANT WOMEN TAKE OUTDOOR SHOWERS
STONED AS A BOULDER
LONGING TO HOLD HER
AS THE GUITAR PLAYS THE PIANO FOR THE VIOLIN
AND THE STONE TOILET WISHES
IT WAS MADE OF PORCELIN
INJECTIONS OF JOY IN THE FORM OF TEQUILLA
PRAYING TO A COCKROACH WITH MANTIS FEVER
TANGERINE COLORED NICOTINE STAINS
TATTOOED ON THE INNER WALLS OF HER BRAIN
SERPENTINE SWIMMING IN TURPENTINE WATERFALLS
SUCKED DRY BY ALCHOL THIRSTY GAUZE
LONELY AS A GHETTO FLOWER
FIRE HYDRANT WOMEN
OUTDOOR SHOWERS