The Moon In June Poem by Paul Butters

The Moon in June
Was very cool.
Almost a rap,
So mainly rubbish.
Then comes cummings
In the lower case
Unpunctuated
My Muse too freely sings.
Take that any way you wish.
The telly plays out Arab versus Jew.
Must focus on this verse.
Where is that "prism ship"?
"Total mass retain"?
Truth and beauty hide away.
Instress inscaped, buried in a tomb.
I glance, for a moment out
And nod.
Those clinging mists will beckon me
In time.

(C) PB Yorkshire, Sunday 31\1\2010 at 20.00.