Fool Moon
Self-Centered Satire
By Tatiana Pahlen

Once in a while,
when the moon is full,
I'm anxious to let my hair down,
liberated from an old cocoon,
I'm mixing up verbs and nouns.

I pay no attention
to my fussy friends,
lecturing how odd it sounds;
my sentences make no sense to them,
hence in response I denounce.

I'm lengthening the limits
of the English frame
not many aliens dare,
yet American lions of a noble fame
like T.S. Eliot or Hemingway.

Leading alchemists
who crystallize words,
worship Shakespeare and Byron
amid Poe, Kipling and Frost,
their efforts giant.

Once in a while
when the moon is full
I sit and sigh by the window;
not a soul around but a writing tool,
I tackle more words and yell — "Bingo!"

July 5, 2005

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