puppets of vertigo under the lipsticked corpse
of an eclipsed moon shadowed by us
of an eclipsed moon shadowed by us
how small we are and yet our silhoette
casts curved three-dimensional taint
casts curved three-dimensional taint
sultana or ovalteenie (i minimise it) with a light cusp
a moon party – the sun is playing puppets with us
a moon party – the sun is playing puppets with us
it is tongue on teeth, red painted fingernail
suspended moment – orbit caught on fire
suspended moment – orbit caught on fire
oh God, we are moving, earth is just a ship
and the moon her marble copper compass
and the moon her marble copper compass
all sides of the moon are now dark, friends and i
in the lunar haze, blanketed and vertiginous on verandah
in the lunar haze, blanketed and vertiginous on verandah
dancing under jack-o-lantern, how small we are
what if universe laws did change, and we were to fall?
what if universe laws did change, and we were to fall?
spun from orbit’s string, a sudden new theory
exposing transience in gravitation, rebellious planets suiciding
exposing transience in gravitation, rebellious planets suiciding
we – bounced into time, bodies bursting – nothing
to hold matter together. Soundless, cosmic dust, pop
to hold matter together. Soundless, cosmic dust, pop
the cusp of light regained, awareness of blanket and hands
lunar far far away, and the earth’s slow rotation dragging
lunar far far away, and the earth’s slow rotation dragging
LiteraryMinded 
Angela’s writing leaves a juicy tang to the palate… I look forward to more!
I like this. I particularly liked Pecking too.