Horoscope

You have lost faith in something, MoonChild.
Cut
loose, let gravity forget, (even just for a second).
Hold soul music in your hands, let those bones
absorb that.

Let the milk turn your coffee
turbulent and shoo them flies away. Don't let
'em eat your skin.

Oh, Moon baby, find the rhythm. Make shit
shift, slowly:
the quiver of summer leaves and the plates
rubbing - lovers in sweat.

Let those big words crash right into your face.
Tides on tides on tides for days. Fight the
fault, baby glow, it isn't yours.