Sean Joyce

Rookie - 0 Points (17 April Everyear / Galway, Ireland)

That Old Ghazal Moon - Poem by Sean Joyce

To hell with the stars and the seasons, I have to go look for the moon
I must verify that it's still in the sky, at least we can still share the moon

Emails with pictures and sexy descriptions of all that I could desire but you
CC your husband, your gardener and girl friends, I'm hardly over the moon

Shopping on Sunday I carried your bags, I helped you with my credit card now while you still owe me you pretend not to know me, hello I'm the man in the moon.

The party on Monday you danced with your husband you danced like you never would part. I hid in the cellar while listing to Ella and Ella was singing Blue Moon.

The Sun Sean all summer but still t'was a bummer and clearly I'm no Glenn Colquhoun. My wife and your husband have emailed from Tunis, let's sit here and howl at the moon

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Poem Edited: Friday, May 30, 2008

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