the problem we found that nobody wants to solve, not even us – Ryan Bry

the moon has been hiding behind its mound of dirt
for 22 years, waiting to come out with its pistol
the ammunition is sticky with cat hair
and the barrel is darker than a french kiss
everyone who sees it becomes an instant wanderer
but all i can do is notice the ink spilling from my desk
into a new city that has just been dreamed
by the quiet light that only breathes in new memory
as an old man makes a mutant face at flipping cards
and the meat in the rotisserie groans for starlight