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.