by Nick Jaina

there's a bicycle
that two crows ride
and they carry the moon across the sky

that is a lie
the moon is a pie
thrown long ago in a clown fight

that isn't true
it's a hole in the roof
of our mason jar
so we can breathe

I'm not a soldier
and I'm not a saint
my clothes are all covered in paint

and I feel like a clown
when my car breaks down
and my paycheck is already gone

but I will climb on my bicycle
and carry the moon to your house

© 2008 Nick Jaina