My onion is whole

My onion is whole
wrapped in brown paper thin skin.

Sharpen your knife and slice into audible rings.
Chopped hear its juices sing.
Sautéed and lingering.
Smell your eyes sting.
Tangible balls pushed in.
Tears brim.

Wrapped in brown paper thin skin
my onion is whole.

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Moon For Sale (They Can’t Hear You Sing)

[Credit: NASA/JPL]

One moon for sale

Whole or by the slice

A meteoric doer-upper

A star buy

Quick!

It’ll be gone in the blink of an eye!

Imagine ~

Your own infinity pool overlooking the blue planet

It can’t get better than that, can it?

Navel gaze in your own star spa

Come on, dig deep, it ain’t that far!

Your own private beach

Within easy reach

Of most spaceports

Don’t just live the dream

Live on the dream-making machine

An out-of-this-world investment

A shimmering, cosmic asset

You’ll be the envy of all

Can’t you feel the pull?

She’ll be gone soon so don’t delay

One moon for sale – BUY TODAY!

Cry tomorrow.

You can’t sell me, the moon cried

As they sliced her up like an onion

And dried rivulets filled with tears

But only Earth could hear

They can’t hear you sing, my moon

They never heard my song

They can’t hear a thing, dear moon

They’re all but dead and gone.

 

(NASA)

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‘They called me theirs,
Who so controlled me;
Yet every one
Wished to stay, and is gone…’

Earth-Song, Ralph Waldo Emerson