A tale I wrote
The moon is a blue toenail.
Not really.
The moon is a fishy pig.
Not really.
The moon is an arrogant witness.
Not really.
The moon is a melted secret.
Not really.
The moon is a violent afternoon,
a miserable leaf, a dizzy bookshelf,
a wasted thought, a broken peanut,
an inconspicuous barnacle.
The moon is a dusty wizard,
a terrible phone call, a ghostly bucket.
The moon is an exhausted zebra,
a fast widow, an empty dog.
Not really.
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