A sparse field of clouds
circled a splendid moon.
Thin vapors curved around
the moons glorious rainbow aura.

I tried to capture
this spectacular scene
with my phone.
Unfortunately,
that bit of technology
did not detect
and collect
the quality
I was enamored by.

Then I tried to use
a camera that had
been sitting in my car
for over a year.
The first attempt found
that the batteries were dead.
I replaced them
but the camera
still could not capture
the rapture
of this fabulous
lunar sight.

With only two minutes
until I had to clock on
I gave up on
this moon I had
set my sights upon
and disappointedly
clocked in at
ten fifty-three.

so what hides this night from the daily rhetoric or charges up the stars
like fireflies on LSD
and I must ask what difference of any lasting way
can my full hearted
brevity  or words saluting the sky make
but in all, I must make them
I feel it as a duty,
a charging Knight on a pen steed
with blank paper white
as my date
on a full dark deep
star studded anniversary of
the first time I wrote
back in third grade
a girl a note
and gave it to my friend to
give Joanne
my upper lip sweated for two days until I received a note back from her
that said walk me home please
with the most touching little heart
and xoxoxo  
as her signature

By the morning
as light pierces
my perfectly placed curtains
forcing my eyes
to flutter open
I wake with dry crust
flaking off.
Still stiff with
my unconscious lust
I shift to search
for an after image
looking for the presence
of a person who
filled my dreams
a stranger whom
I have never touched
or even seen.
But she is a ghost
slipping from my mind
like sand in my hands,
faster than I grasp her.

I was angry at god.
Even though,
he does not exist
because I knew
if I had the power
I would never
let anyone
abuse a kid,
but I saw
that ****
and I let it
happen again and again.
I am such a big
******* hypocrite.

No life has a happy ending because every life ends, so why not fill what precious few moments we have with all the love we can give and take.

This racking need forged at my core
Lives and breathes to want for more
It peers between my bone and flesh
From wall to wall, it's fingers press.

The gnashing, chewing, rending pain
That bows my body up in twain
Seeks the surface, yearns to breathe
I stamp it down inside of me.

Child, monster, cursed thing
Precious, putrid, close to me.
In clips and phrases, peer on through
The world will see a glimpse of you

I
The tongues of hell
Swallowed the leaves
The trees had uttered
To summon the rain.
II
(“I will not weep,”
Said the poet
To himself,
“I will repeat.”).
© LazharBouazzi, Carthage, TUNISIA, August 3, 2017

He was flawed.
Tooth chipped.
Back ends
rotting.
Dark brown
moving in
from the rear
where it was
rotten and thick
then thinning a bit
as that ****
slowly worked its way
stench and all
to the front of
his infected jaw.