Was the Moon
A witness
Or an accomplice?
I can't tell
But,
Both times
It was there
Sleepless
Swollen eye
An overripe orange
That I mistook
For the sun
Why did you twist me up?
I ask the staring eye
Who,
Clutching every reply
Doubts to confide
Even a hiccup
Hollow
Pulp-less fruit
With a pulled eyelid
That mocks me
I twist my head
Though it still blinds me
Crimson, Orange, Black
Patches of a ragged blanket
That is no longer holding
Patches
Why did you twist me up?
I ask the hanging eye
Who,
Doesn't stare this time
But goes on dangling
Stupidly
It shuts its lids
It locks me out
Sun or Moon?
I will never know
Which it was
While the Kina trees shimmy to a
Tik tak tok
