now the moon and stars are not competing
brighter both than ever, overfed
blue as lite as dawning on the edges
hedges hills and houses all in bed
so across the south a star is shooting
Troubles, snorting, bumps a water trough
scares the songbird, up too late intruding
on the moon, scares her singing off
Troubles, snorting evry seven seconds,
wonders why the barefoot white boy comes
head wrapd in a blanket down the gravel
midnite herbal tea from Lazy’s mug
now the moon and stars are not complaining
unaware as ever, audience
all the stars are there, but i’m not naming
constellations – characters they dance
no, tonite they celebrate their simples,
only major players’ private lives
extras and supporters and their pimples
gone – not done in makeup, drownd in light
He lookd so much bigger on the bigscreen
playd the part of part of Hercules
now he’s hard as any common neighbor
normal as the winter-ravaged trees
Now the moon and stars ain’t like you know them
you can count your shadow’s fingers, see
knowing no ones watching, newly open
frighteningly small and real they seem
who considers names any improvement?
whom would one illuminate or please?
dogs in all directions lately barking
miles off, in french and japanese
now the moon and stars cannot retire
Like you turn when Lazy’s out of tea
rush in to the pillow and the fire
Judas, only Judas, just a flea!
O Tonite they naked made their Magic
took for granted all you could’ve seen
said you learnd the Secrets of the Heavens
in some pornographic magazine
they’ll be out tomorrow, you won’t notice
humans have important things to do
rarely they’re, if ever, seen as robeless
as they were made bare tonite for you
Now the moon and stars ain’t like you know them
as they were laid bare tonite for you
