The Moon
Some nights the Moon is a hook drawing my eyes up to the sky.
Blue-black nights when the cold is intense and I’m staggering home drunk, alone.
Then the Moon is a like a boat on a river, its light the water that guides me home.
p.a. morbid is a Middlesbrough Poet. Editor of The Black Light Engine Room lit. mag, he also hosts a night of the same name. Likes walking and pointing at old stuff.