The lampshade makes it look like
someone hung the moon with electrical cord
But it hasn’t quite died yet,
Still shining, doing its duty.
It even rivals the full moon outside the window,
The one that keeps getting swallowed by cloud dragons
With soft fangs and scales, not that it matters
When you can eat the moon whole.
Inside, the boy has opened his soul,
Cracked open its boundaries like the rib cage of a ship
Like the skeleton of an upright bass
He lets the strings vibrate in the now hollow cavity
As his music spills into the air
Almost like he were beating dust from a book
But she is asthmatic for where his soul is concerned.
Still without the burden he feels clean
And that is enough when she leaves
When she is gone
But she’ll bring the dust back when she returns
To fill the hollow, the skeleton
Outside the moon is swallowed by dragons
And leaves the future in the dark
Where it belongs
At least for now.