Walking on the moon.

Piano keys speak to me.
I feel each beat
separates me from reality.

Something fills my empty soul
And oh, oh…

I take a stroll down the block
To the Moon Town landing.

Everyone wearing masks,
turning to astronauts.

Walking down the plastic streets,
perfect symmetry,
artistry.

Purple airwaves, better days.

Walking, tip toe, high oxygen levels,
feeling good, I’m floating.

Watch me touch a star.

I point a finger, take a stab at it,
my hand singed down to a nub.
Oh, its ok, I got one more.

I keep walking.
I have learned my lesson.
Don’t touch a shining star.
It’ll burn your hand clear off,
Daddy-o.

 

Jason Wright is the editor and founder of Oddball Magazine. His column appears weekly. His latest book is Train of Thought.