Morning Moon

I look up at the Moon.
Strangely, I don't hear anything.
It's clearly there, but not making a sound.
Chilling.

I kissed the Moon once.
Its grit sticking to my lips.
It tasted like an exploding cigar.
Of ashes and atonement.

I won't do that again.
I have enough to atone for already.

Mourning Moon –

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u/oscarw1962 — 12 days ago

Paywall

Paywall

I went to the corner store to get the paper,
When I didn't have a dime.
Now the paper costs a quarter.
I pay the price for words anyway —how cheap.
No wonder poets don't make money.

I remember when the paywall was a money box.
I either bought the paper or I didn't—simple as that.
I knew where I stood.
Money or lack of it meant ignorance either way.
Not like I had a choice.

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u/oscarw1962 — 12 days ago