Wide awake at 3: 40 in the morning <br />the full moon immaculate in my intimate dreams. <br />Such never-ending splendor. <br />I began scribbling at once <br />the splendid sphere demanding a response <br />also, the passionate expectation <br />this one would be a winner <br />bringing tears of joy to forlorn souls. <br />Ten minutes later no go <br />mush, so I put up Yamamoto Ginger Green Tea <br />from Japan, first tasted in 1690 <br />by the Tokugawa Shogunate, <br />the words still swirling in my mind <br />without a proper place <br />when the flame somehow <br />ignited my shirt searing the skin. <br />I quickly put it out <br />but a moment later the utter dread <br />of burning to death became so real <br />I felt my blood bubbling into oblivion. <br />Of course, I dumped the cloth into the garbage <br />then grabbed a massive magic marker <br />to engrave the ultimate version on the kitchen wall: <br />Forget the moon <br />Watch the flame.<br /><br />Charles Chaim Wax<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clobbered-by-moonlight/
