The Naked Moon (Don't Look) Poem by anais vionet

When left alone at night
I look for the pinpoint lights
of the stars that there are,
when clouds there aren't.

There's a waning gibbous moon
shyly peaking from the shadows,
with one of its symmetrical sides,
what's the moon got to hide?

whispering privately
I've heard the moon has a darkside,
that it's coin-like and openly two-faced.
That's no idle gossip, it's scientifically based.

India just landed on the moons bottom
I wonder what, exactly, that got ‘em.
It's funny because the moon is nude,
making the landing sound rather rude.

"India is groping the nude moon's bottom."
See what I mean? It all sounds rather pervish
and obscene - not at all the usual routine -
it has the ring of something politically incorrect,
but that's progress, I guess, undressed or dressed.