Ramshackle moon

The moon is cookie-cutter

round tonight

larger than a barn

and the neighbor
claims an experience
out-of-body

Claims the sky split
lightening-style
and revealed a world
all wonder and zip-lock

Where the body accepts
the turbulence of this
particular flight plan
with cryptic obedience

like some divine cosmonaut
privy to the ramshackle state
of the instruments at hand:

Two luna-blistered moon boots
and a wind-worn oxygen pipe
affixed to the mothership

all blue-funk and sorrow

warbling this skin’s
sad, limited compass