Yellow Moon (like a thin banana)

October 30, 2014

I wanted to make the moon.
Yellow and shaped like a thin banana.
Hanging from a thin wire painted black against the sky.

Over the ridge and down into the canyon.
That’s where I wanted to escape.
I took my rifle with me.
Occasionally I would look back over my shoulder and fire off a couple rounds just to hear the echo and let them know I as still angry.

I sold my home and moved away.
I left those bastards behind.
They had caused me trouble long enough—lies and backstabbing. Crimes and muck.
I had a few good neighbors that always were there but the bad ones wore me thin.
My soul worn ragged like a split tire halfway from Oklahoma to Salinas.
Tomorrow is always a new day.
Tomorrow is always over the knife ridge.
Tomorrow is the colors I paint and the happy faces I see in the distance.
Happiness is feeling tired from an honest days work while looking at the pink velvet sunset.

Happiness is something I share with you.

– kyle