TERED Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix/LORD BORGO: Bloodshot Moon!"
MY Moon, YOUR Moon, OUR Moon, that bloodshot sucker in the nights sky, circling our insanity, probably gonna need a millennium of psychotherapy?... That night lantern shadowing our diversity. A symbol of WHA!? Some night, our Moon may not shine.
Some ROCK in outta Space. INSENSITIVE/couldn't care less, but maybe UNIVERSALITY pleads or SUGGESTS an innocence-indifference, but not a be-wigged Court to deport U to Australia or send U to the Gallows? Some night, our Moon may not shine.
SLAVE SHIPS to the Colonies for over a hundred years! Slaves in ancient times "de regeure"...!!! Who sings of Galley-slaves or Christian martyrs thrown to the lions? (Good eating?) Or battles! Sword on sword. Murder on murder to save the Purse of a King? Some night, our Moon may not shine.
Caesar, Timberlane, Genghis Khan, all Pharaohs have eyed, eye witnessed, been witness to our bloodshot Moon. Its visible craters, perhaps its CRATERS, the wounds we have sown? Tyranny. Injustice. We spew like a phlegm of lice as latter day, NOW in a city of dreams, HOLLYWOOD we ferment our device/VICE portraying all our yesterdays & future divined? Some night, our Moon may not shine.
A Hi-tech Drone overhead, injections in mice, COVID in a test tube, as madness prevails, who wants to be BOSS, like a ravaged Protest Song of all that we've lost. And as for the Moon? Who DEVIL'S the morrow that cannot find the light? Some night, our Moon may not shine.
And as for the Moon. MY Moon. YOUR Moon. OUR Moon. That Bloodshot Moon. A witness! Which out there in Space, CRATERED, lonely, orbiting the sky. Some night, lack-a-day, your faithful Moon may not shine.
c.2026, Dave Delacroix.
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