The world talked about the lunar eclipse today.
All I heard were chuckles and rants from inside my gut!
They shut out the paeans people were singing in unison.
Chosen superlatives from well fed, educated mouths.
Mine reeked of restless drudgery, stale dreams and cigarettes.
It smirked at the thought of a yearning to hold your hand in the darkness.
Funny, how the mush catches on to an unpoetic soul.