I See The Earth Flicking Us Off Like Fleas Poem by jerome moore

I am a man who has never seen painted eyes weep.

The bloody ends of the fading firmament
drop glittered lashes into her bright pools
pools that skate on a hand mirror.

The stars never blush
The breeze never falls from the sky
The Moon never bites
The droning of machines constantly whine

To build me a house out of match sticks
and set off fireworks to its gables,
gables which cut me like scissors.

Its unnatural to be awake
Nightly like this
Plugged into power grids
Drinking in decadence,
Dancing under artificial prowesses.

I see the Earth Flicking us off like flees.