IN HUNGARY
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Janaka Stucky
Janaka Stucky currently lives in Boston, where he spends his life traveling, writing, and caring for the dead. His poems have been published in a variety of journals including North American Review, Frogpond, Elixir and VOLT. In 2004, Janaka founded Black Ocean, a publishing and production company based out Boston, New York and Chicago. He likes his whiskey neat and his music dirty.By Janaka Stucky
Published on 11/14/2006
The moon is dead
Look at it above
us decomposing like the sun
It is dying on your pale skin
in your eyes and on your teeth
It is dying on your fingernails cold and fresh as juniper
Look at it above
us decomposing like the sun
It is dying on your pale skin
in your eyes and on your teeth
It is dying on your fingernails cold and fresh as juniper
The moon is dead
Look at it above
us decomposing like the sun
It is dying on your pale skin
in your eyes and on your teeth
It is dying on your fingernails cold and fresh as juniper
I want to be sixteen again and coming in your hand
We lie on the damp earth there
never was any fire
all our clothes have come undone
A white moth great and terrible
above us wicked
our eyes to close
Copyright © Janaka Stucky, 2006. All Rights Reserved.
Look at it above
us decomposing like the sun
It is dying on your pale skin
in your eyes and on your teeth
It is dying on your fingernails cold and fresh as juniper
I want to be sixteen again and coming in your hand
We lie on the damp earth there
never was any fire
all our clothes have come undone
A white moth great and terrible
above us wicked
our eyes to close
Copyright © Janaka Stucky, 2006. All Rights Reserved.