the moon looked, in the midst,
like a giant Jupiter
with the lady still imprinted
on his crimson face

a Jupiter that winked out
in the eighth inning����flashing back
to 1918 when women didn't vote

�����don't fear now, "W" stands for women

a fifth world series and 650,000
dead of influenza stacked on those
lost in the trenches

a month ago, the full moon
made bone crosses
of clotheslines in moonlight

yet the Marylin Munroe
I played Mexican train dominos with
saw only brights and beautifuls

Sox cured the curse of the Babe
but I still see ����cold whites and war
color stolen from fallen leaves

�����I cannot hallucinate so


� 2004 by PJ Nights