substitutes

moon addicts

use turpentine when

clear ocean sky

turns from end to means

and mind is

the trajectory of a bullet –

Jupiter

followers fuck

everywhere and even

sometimes

have the feeling

they could do more

when the Great Planet hides –

river heads

look at the infinite

mirth in a sleeper’s grin

the mouths they worship

ate their faces’ eyes

all the tears long digested –

earth

fiends forage

for moon rocks hollowed

by the worms that

make them glow when

earth's got no more hits.