Not The Moon But The Poem Poem by Warren Falcon

Seeing the moon whole could mean
madness, now or overdue, for the supreme
vanity of daring to eye-gulp the whole swiss cheese.

Please gods and moondogs
the effort pays in insubstantial ways,

makes a life, gives it focus but employs for life times:

spilt milk

one milk tooth
a throat charm

against seeing but
not the saying.


It troubles me that I can't get it right.

Not the moon but the poem.

So here I go again behind the moon.


Where's this going? To what end?

James Wright says, 'Men have the right to thank god for their loneliness'

Kenneth Patchen says, 'We can lie here with the angel if we like'