waiting for the moon

body lines fluid in static heat

thoughts buzzing like flies around meat

land here

land there

quick circles in the air

i'm riding smooth but just a little slow

waiting for the moon to show

leather-faced old men by the cafe wall

kids in the surf splashing with a soccer ball

i gaze through curved lens

trying to identify the sky's end

little spots on the horizon into gunboats grow

waiting for the moon to show

might be a party

might be a war

when those faceless sailors come ashore

speculation is a waste of time

you want to go have a glass of wine?

whatever's coming

there's no place else to go

waiting for the moon to show