The Moon is a Disco-Ball

Lucy Tonic

The moon is a disco-ball upon black waters

The sun is a lava-lamp upon our pale backs

Planets are mines for department store jewelry

Hearts are black-lights for otherworldly knick-knacks

Truth is an onion; it peels and makes you weep

Earth is a landfill where bones and secrets sleep

Published by Lucy Tonic

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