Plastic Moon by Sam Yoon
It all begins with an idea.
The moon hangs on
A plastic string
The plastic moon
And the stucco sky stargazing
From the linoleum
Floor
Plaster up your nose and infinite
Half life in my tissue
Ancient tablets of fargone civilizations
Exist in there I sucked
Them in through a straw forcing the
Great Flood a vacuum
So hungry
It can clean your floor no more
Mopping with your hair, get up
Get up
You’ll find you’re a behemoth
In this realm a beautiful folktale
Ripe for the happening
The one who held the
Plastic moon
Started earthquakes in the
Stucco sky
Inhaled the falling stars