go back to the moon
go back to the moon
by gene defcon
Scimitar nips
Slice wafer-thin chips
Of my flesh
Into the sand
I grimace and gesture
Grinning god-like
At the curious cats
Dogs and men
Surrounding me
I slump and exclaim
“Go back inside your fucking homes
You moon-eyed bastards”
Moon-eyed scimitar hilts- that’s excellent! I wanna jam with you soon.