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“One Giant Leap”

Dry-Humping Parnassus turns two today. Here’s the first piece that I published, a loose homage to the first lunar landing which took place 47 years ago today.

Dry-Humping Parnassus

The clouds beneath the moon tonight are spread so wide in such a show of pastels,
it’s as if they’re suspended from the moon itself and the whole sky were nothing less 
than a supernaturally radiant field of energy and life. But that isn’t true, yes, I know,

for hasn’t science been telling us so? Forget the simple fact of the clouds—
haven't we exposed the intimate details surrounding our satellite’s orbit and mass, 
and watched as our heroes probed it for days and returned with only rocks and dust?

       Then how can it be, that the moon is so naked and unashamed? 
       It’s like a woman’s wet lips bursting with starlight...

Oh stop telling me I’ve had too much wine! Better for one to be stumbling drunk 
than stumbling over small superstitions, obsolete gods, and the spectral flow 
of these seductive spirits! Nothing but causes and effects here, right?…

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Father’s Day Poem

He was six feet and slim with Spanish brown eyes. 
The rest was Swiss and French and a few other things;
Irish descended from the doomed Spanish Armada perhaps.   

Junk

There's junk in the garage 
and it needs to be cleared
before summer sets in   

Dressing the Ranks

You! Clown suit!
Clean off that grin!