Man, I was so bushed last night I even forgot to post this! :)) LOL K xx

And the moon walks by


And the moon walks by on stilts
and the rippling arms of naked trees
roll stars across their shoulders;

waving tall grass tumbles
and nocturnal eyes throw flames
as weary I parade
the curtained rings of fields.

My legs as heavy as escape artist’s chains,
my eyes the size of keeling clown’s yawn –

and my brain has been sat on by a frilly-dressed elephant.

I can entertain no drum roll and
there are no circus thoughts in sight:

Time to put up all the lights, sleep;

wake to trumpet fresh theatre of dawn;
rise to fanfare live carnival
of a brand new day.