Another meeting. It’s important, and
I can’t be seen just staring so take notes!
I wonder if I can remember more
than twenty lines about the moon. Take notes.
Pretend you’re listening. There’s Juliet,
or was it Romeo who talks about
the constant moon, but he’s a kid
who kills himself and her. And then there’s Frost
who has a housewife or her husband watch
to see if clouds will hit or miss the moon
as if the clouds are some galactic clouds
that just so happen to be floating by,
and if they hit they will dissolve the moon.
And don’t forget the silver moon. “Shine on” . . .
but I forget. It doesn’t matter. Wait,
it’s “By the sea, by the sea, by the” . . . No.
That’s from another song. I’ve got it wrong.
Well Eliot and Prufrock, “Let us go
through certain half-deserted street.s” There’s got\
to be a moon there hidden in the fog.
Well look at this. I’ve filled the page with notes
about the moon. There’s room for one more note
before the meeting’s over so the moon,
and eyes and pizza pies will finish up
the meeting and the page. It’s time for lunch.