the moon makes holograms into thin mist dust clouds of
moist floating
drift seamless and patchy and smear when i squint my eyes
or duplicate on a reflective or translucent surface and
the clouds become masses luminescent very temporary
and the (consistent) lightbulb decays atom by atom by photon
drunk girl
i was at my friends house and a drunk girl came round
i left them for some privacy and went to write this poem
i traded cigarettes for more cigarettes of a brand i preferred
and he gave me his big fleece because it was a cold three in the morning
i lit up locking his door now im on a bench at the end of his road
plus leaves skitting on the road give me the chills instead
of noises coming from maybe an owl or the wind
i feel colder the moment i finish smoking
every vibration is intensely unnerving and
the trees are making goats horns shapes over my shoulder
but the optical illusional sky-emitting street-lamps turn the
gradient of the sky in the east black to blue orange
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moon tzu is an english poet, and a fan of orange juice. contributor to alt lit gossip and has two poems featured in have u seen my whale.