Crashing On The Moon

Walking on the moon eating moondust
lying down sleeping in craters using my sash as a pillow

your handbag missing since last august
your high heels the ones gave you nosebleeds

what’s happened to them? I’m always hearing
that rockets are coming to get us

help is on the way the broken cones which lie about
still unexplained the occasional crunching rain

dragons whistling in crater snow
bashful of the sun I guess we’re stuck

with the situation grin and bear it
I’m surprised you’re taking it so well

a comet in the sandy trees headed to earth
pauses in the berries and continues

breaks the monotony of the black stars
oh for the twisted pipes of downtown