Punching the moon

[tonywalt]

There are delving days when the ink blue sea whispers to me
in a sexy voice, “Come over here boy, and give me a kiss.”

“Hell no girl! I am not easy like that! Anyway, I have

too much to do.”



I want to get cashy and swagger with America,

drunk with England on cool draft lager,

dine with France on her clean white linens with shining silver,

then turn to Italy, her eyes of tawny pools, and say,

“You and I are going dancing with Brazil.

We’ll splash across the Atlantic and

samba all night!”



Some days I feel like punching the moon out of sight,

swatting down the stars,

pouring the oceans down the drain,

and switching off the sun.



There are nights when the skies thunder with revelry and streak

with disco lightning and the rain drinks champagne

and mother nature, with her thousand Arabic pleasures,

sways over to me slow thighed….



But I’ve got to finish the laundry now – I’ve got a ton of it to do.

[Melanie]

The whole poem is a fun read, like this...

"then turn to Italy, her eyes of tawny pools, and say,

You and I are going dancing with Brazil."

[tonywalt]

The whole poem is a fun read, like this...

"then turn to Italy, her eyes of tawny pools, and say,

You and I are going dancing with Brazil."

Thanks! fun to write right

[kiz_paws]

Poetically, you have nailed it, Tony.
This poem swims with beauty and I loved it very much.

[tonywalt]

Poetically, you have nailed it, Tony.
This poem swims with beauty and I loved it very much.

Thanks Kizo

[tonywalt]

The whole poem is a fun read, like this...

"then turn to Italy, her eyes of tawny pools, and say,

You and I are going dancing with Brazil."

Thanks Melanie!

[Jerrybaldy]

Nobody I know more American than you Tony Walt