I Wanna Blame the Moon Man

by Donna Dallas

Or I can blame my kids

the mess in the den

the faulty lock 

on the front door

 

Blame the neighbor

that lazy fuck

the disintegrating curiosity

of youth

acid

crack

loads of viciousness

floats out

into the web of humankind

binds us forever

to try and save the whales

which we have

failed miserably at

and later they will

take us down

ship by ship

 

Can blame something 

so blind as ego

Starbucks

Uber Eats

drug dealers on call

fat and happy husbands

I haven’t seen the sun 

over the Kowloon port

in twelve years at least

I’m sure it’s there

behind the smog

and toxic haze

can blame the factories 

for polluting every lake

and ocean 

on this marble globe

 

Oh greed of course – put that on the list

but it’s us

as a whole

a simple mirage

has taken shape

in the amount of square feet

we reside in

is it big enough – costly enough – flashy enough

can you see it from the bay

our big house 

sits like a mammoth

out of prehistoric times

fights evolution to exist

to remain

on this planet

with us 

holed up in it

About the Author

Donna Dallas has appeared in a plethora of journals, most recently Lothlorien, Beatnik Cowboy, Horror Sleaze Trash, and Fevers of the Mind. She is the author of Death Sisters, her legacy novel, published by Alien Buddha Press. She has two chapbooks, Smoke and Mirrors and Megalodon. Donna has served on the editorial team of Red Fez and NYQ.