A Secondhand Fool

  


An amplified
blood red moon
floats low tonight
on this night of June
the reflection of light
casts its hue
just like I
the sky's
a second hand fool.


The illumination
is old and stolen
from the sun
all ostentatious
in clothes
that don't belong on them
pulling on brainwaves
a captivation gone
by dawn
we're on the same wavelength
crackling through
the airwaves gone.