Humour


She pushed in front of me,
she does it all the time,
sulked the sun,
pointing at the preening moon,
even though he knows
this breach of etiquette
won’t be seen again 
or even dreamed of soon.
But still he paces in the dark
and wrings his hands,
recalls all the small incursions
that proceeded this total indignity,
he cries and burbles
through salty tears,
it happened now, it will again,
she’s an orb of great malignity.
I say to him
to the extent that this affects me,
and it affects me very much,
why can’t you just get along,
put aside your pride
and talk to her,
you two, you know, are equals, 
two choruses of one song,
it’s through you 
that we grow our crops
and she shines her light 
for lovers,
without you we wouldn’t eat,
without the moon we might not be here,
you’re the same book,
my boy,
just with different covers.



Total Eclipse