This little rock.

Stand on a column
in the gardens
Mounted on a circular base
Cast in metal
you can tell the time
on your
shadowy phase

The revelation
of your light
Is sometimes dappled with grace
Your spirit
still-a-dancing
in this
spherical place

I know you
still TICK TOCK
'Cos the FULL MOON show
makes your
prettiness glow

I know you
still TICK TOCK
when the SUN is on the
other side
of the block

When the gardens are empty
on this little rock

SUNDIAL

Same objective different outcome.

Same choir... different song
Same truth... different lie
Same employer... different position
Same day... different lover
Same artist... different media
Same promise... different infatuation
Same excuse... different reason
Same code... different secret
Same context... different connotation
Same smoke... different fire
Same menu... different restaurant
Same jibe... different insinuation
Same genre... different era
Same pond... different life
Same discovery... different mission
Same objective... different outcome
Same church... different steeple
Same person... different religion
Same colour... different hue
Same exhibition... different canvas
Same fact... different interpretation
Same meat... different gravy
Same outfit... different venue
Same motorway... different service station
Same friend... different drama
Same motive... different weapon
Same happenstance... different situation
Same festival... different tent
Same joke... different punchline
Same postcard... different vacation
Same season... different harvest
Same train... different ghost
Same journey... different destination


© MARCO MOONE 2009

Now plus more time equals later on.

A bat flaps across the night show
As Orion unbuckles
Now plus more time equals later on
In Harmony Tingling

As the Sun
slips off the edge
A crown points the way home
In illuminated trails
The dial envelopes the dusk
Telling the time
On the figures dancing inside The Lantern

Later on the red comes
The crimson sunset glow
In the music
A quartet competing
A crescendo refracting
An influx of shadows lingering

Later on the Moon comes
From around the corner
An explosion of slow motion
Voluminous and sailing
Full ON spinning into the night
And off again into the ocean

© MARCO MOONE 2009

How to make it up as you are going along.

How to measure in millimetres.
One centimeter equals ten mm.
What this means.
It's a meridian monument.
How mode you?
Modular.
How to memorise a menu.
One feast equals ten take-a-ways.
What this feeds.
It's a big deal.
Where are you living right now?
Lately.
How to keep a secret.
One lie equals ten beatific folklore's.
What this entertains.
It's an urban myth.
What period?
Realistically.
How to make it up as you are going along.
One hero equals ten thousand enemies.
When this happens.
It's common knowledge.
How do you do?
Mysteriously.



© MARCO MOONE 2009

Telescopically noislessly marvelously.

Vast
once blue (in a)
the deep
untouchable................................................


This way
telescopically
noiselessly
marvelously
O
Sea
of
Tranquility.

© MARCO MOONE 2009

XIII of experience.

My name is of old,
my life is foretold.
Who am I?
One One Five,
Cross Park Drive.
Out of the top hat came a sight for sore eyes,
a surprise.
A tragic demise.
An honorary member of the Magic Eclipse.
A region of inverted zones, a landscape.
Very near is far away, up is down, fast is stationary.
Vanished.

© MARCO MOONE 2008