The Moon in Summer
The moon in summer
Is pure above the fields
Like a coin settled
In a clear pool.
Like good wine
Such sites induce clarity,
Sharpening the senses.
You lunge at the old sticking blocks
With Ocram’s razor,
Slicing out sentiment
With scientific thrift.
You tie on new shoes,
Quit your job,
Ask a woman to leave,
Throw out all your books
With an ambivalence
That will make you a stranger to yourself
For the rest of your life.
Pete
Sun 14th Oct 2012 18:34
Thank you Tom for taking the time to comment on my 'Dusty Tears'. Tom Waits is a big influence on me along with Charles Bukowski and I am humbled that you picked up on this.
I was drawn to your poem here because of the title; it immediately took me to a place in my mind that holds the key to many good memories.
I love your reference to 'Ocrams razor'. I should have employed this principle many times in the past it would have made life so much more simple.
The last stanza is so strong and like holding a mirror to my soul. I love this poem and your picture that accompanies it.
Thank you Tom
Pete