when i was luna

i am the moon
and you didn't mind the craters
you and buffalo women
used cowboy skills
to wrap the rope
round my waist
you would let me pull you
i would lead you
through the tall grasses
and funeral processions
past outstretched children
and broken feathered concrete
you thought things
and felt more
but then you remembered
i was the moon
going dark
and you couldn't stand
the acid reflux
that came with the dark side
and the drugs didn't help
so you let go of the twine
and i am lost in the sky
like the poodle shaped balloon
that the clown made brown
and no one likes brown