Laura Keenan

Rookie (April 7,1993)

Long Nights Lunacy - Poem by Laura Keenan

Unthinkable, that thought:
staying indoors tonight,
scorning a splendorous sight—

even those now deaf to
starlight’s siren song
still track into the streets
the silver scent of
Earth’s salacious satellite.

Truth-starved specters
shed skins of pseudo-sanity:
we’re lunatic exhibitionists
modeling madness, fools falling victim to
a sparkling sycophant—

Selene shoots Artemis arrows,
hitting us higher in the heart
than notes sung by spiteful Suns.

Wonder worshippers curse cloud cover:
we call on clarity, wanting to wash
in streams of Full Cold Moon-beams
that burn like bleach,
pain us like purity—

abhor Apollonian arrogance, Helios' hubris.
favor our sterling seductress, whose beauty
leaves our planet a breathless blue, whose dark domain
splits the shell-shackles of self-repression,
exposing our egg white egos—

Make no mistake:
this pallor is
of the living.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 10, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 18, 2012


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