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There’s A Big Moon Over Brooklyn Tonight

There’s A Big Moon Over Brooklyn Tonight

There’s a big moon over Brooklyn tonight, big as Dino’s pizza. There’s an angel over Dino’s shoulder, she’s wearing diamond rings. An angel with a raincoat on, though the moon is shining, she’s smoking menthol cigarettes. She’s got a bag full of money between her bright bright wings. There’s another one between her thighs.

A ritual is a sacrifice. A ritual is life. A man’s life is a myth, a moment in time, and there is history to be learned from lives, even the life of Dino’s Angel. Ants eat peonies, men fall on their knees. Pineapples can make a vagina taste sweet. A man is a myth, but a prudent man will not let a dog lick his face. You can get worms that way.

I am a prudent man. I do not covet my neighbor’s wife. I do not covet my neighbor’s house. I do not covet my neighbor’s man-servant nor his ox nor manuscript. Nor his donkey. I do not even covet the shield of Ajax, made by Tukhios, or the making of that shield. I covet Dino’s Angel.

Alley, E. 2nd St. Aves. B & C, 1979, photograph by Philip Pocock
Alley, E. 2nd St. Aves. B & C, 1979, photograph by Philip Pocock

Hummingbirds fly backwards. Bumble bees can’t fly at all. But a moth will fly straight up your nose if you don’t watch out.

Waiter waiter what’s this fly doing in my soup?
Drowning with Odysseus

-George Wallace


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