Why do  stars            Too, too rash,
stand so very close,        too bright tonight,
loud, nearly tasteless     like would-be lovers,
on the purple black       the flashing diamonds,
‘til the sky shines like       all the pearly sequins
a velvet painting?             set on purple black
And the big moon         with their painted-on
why come out now       white fluorescence
striding out here        to play like Elvis
in those blue          to the crowd in
suede shoes,  this flea market
tight white       art gallery.
jeans cut        Rock it,
way low?     moon!
Oh, the beat of
the  blue
moon
!