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Ruchazie Moon
Ruchazie Moon chases Mars
across a cloudless sky,
reflects irridescent from
empty-house windows,
outdoes the amber lights
to cast pale blue
on the street and the
black dog that howls;
sniffs air for bitches.Ruchazie Moon catches the eye,
Drags the mind back to
Armstrong's one small step
and a television meter
that runs out before
the second.
I
Ruchazie Moon reminds
of tight-lipped kisses,
furtive fumbles
bastard buttons of
soft breasts,
rubber nipples,
butterflies and . . .
stealing tumshies
from
allotments and totties
to bake on bonfires
outside Bean's dookit.
Ruchazie Moon shines
on
like any other moon.
