Chocolate Moon

Finding a line, painting a field.

Of lilacs and leaks, lost,

In the night, this night,

Of the Chocolate Moon.

In tune, for the moon, and mad,

For the wanting and the unrelenting,

Fright of the night, this night,

Of the Chocolate Moon.

Liverpool, Barcelona,

Lunar pursuits of Golaaaaa,

and Chocolate Macvities,

This night after the night,

Of the chocolate bickies

No time for slumber,

I was raised, reluctantly

from our bed by your pleading,

when my eyes were bleeding,

It was, our last chance,

before we might die,

In the sky at night,

The moon was leaning,

and we found some meaning,

in the middle of the road,

in the dead of night,

taken from our bed,

by an imponderable event,

Pyjamerred, we stared into the night,

Of the Chocolate Moon.

but then we heard,

that it would soon return

Turn around,

Chocolate biscuit-like,

with a single bite-like,

Mad crazy yummy moon

Lunar Eclipse 4 Mar 2007

“Wake up Monk, You have to come and see the moon. There is a lunar eclipse”

“No”, I said, “I’m asleep and dreaming of lilacs”

“Get up,” she said, “This happens every thousand years. You will never ever get another sight such as this.”

“I can live with that,” I said.

“Wake Up Monk” she said again and again until I relinquished my dreams.

Soon we were in the middle of our road in bare feet and pajamas.

Job done, we went back to bed.

Next day we learnt that there would be another eclipse in the autumn.

I wrote this poem the next day during the Liverpool, Barcelona game, which was a magnificent loss by Liverpool, who will go through on the away-goals-rule.

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