Lunar Sonnet
the face of our belovéd moon, i will
to fly to in a used dirigible.
and, crash that blimp upon. and then with quill
i’ll scribble scribble an illegible
as densely as one from earth i would bring.
i’ll also plant some weeds to help me feel
as if i’m in a lunar ditch in spring.
from these i’ll cook an outerspacial meal.
“moon weeds,” i’ll say, to ev’ryone i feed.
their fair forbearance i will embrace and
we will enjoy swell times upon their need.
for, why must we feel the need to demand?
heaven forefend an boundless recompense
forthwith, forthwith! be bound by thine incense.