WHEN I AM SPEAKING TO THE MOON
I am really speaking
to Janet
The small woman
in a mouse
costume
that lives inside it
Come back to me
Janet
I scream
up at the big rock
poodle skirt
she hides inside
I remember
the feel
of her fur
against
the bridge
of my nose
Then I see
Janet appear
in a dark boat
holding hands
with
Philip
my rival
and evil
twin
Curse you
Philip
I scream up
at the big rock
halloween
mask
he hides behind
You'll never
love Janet
the way
I
do
You tell em
says Carmichael
The novice priest
always
floating
over
my right shoulder
in a white washed
hot air balloon
I scream
my thanks
and promises
of eternal
friendship
up to the big
white ball
of air
he preaches
inside
But you'll never
be good enough
for Janet
says the devil
putting
his cigar out
on my left
shoulder
I scream in pain
and begrudging
agreement
to the big
immaculate white
business
suit
he growls inside
__
Bob Schofield is the author and illustrator of The Inevitable June. He likes what words and pictures do.
I am really speaking
to Janet
The small woman
in a mouse
costume
that lives inside it
Come back to me
Janet
I scream
up at the big rock
poodle skirt
she hides inside
I remember
the feel
of her fur
against
the bridge
of my nose
Then I see
Janet appear
in a dark boat
holding hands
with
Philip
my rival
and evil
twin
Curse you
Philip
I scream up
at the big rock
halloween
mask
he hides behind
You'll never
love Janet
the way
I
do
You tell em
says Carmichael
The novice priest
always
floating
over
my right shoulder
in a white washed
hot air balloon
I scream
my thanks
and promises
of eternal
friendship
up to the big
white ball
of air
he preaches
inside
But you'll never
be good enough
for Janet
says the devil
putting
his cigar out
on my left
shoulder
I scream in pain
and begrudging
agreement
to the big
immaculate white
business
suit
he growls inside
__
Bob Schofield is the author and illustrator of The Inevitable June. He likes what words and pictures do.