Poetry Index

Lunar Mother Mayhem
The moon exploded last night.
My mother drilled to the core
and wedged in a final stench bomb
that hurled the moon's innards
to the surface and sent the surface
blossoming into space.
Globs of melted moon peel
landed on my cheek.
Like oatmeal it burned then cooled
into a congealed half-moon mask
that's now stuck to me.

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Note: I know this one seems a little weird (I even poke fun at it by calling it my "lunar cumshot" poem), but I'd like to think it has more intrinsic value other than just being weird.