Funk of the Fool Moon

– Rooster Martinez

We rarely see the black in all that make it a good night.
Too caught up in the bright
white stars and pale fool moon,

as they saunter through space,
sashay and shake
using the stolen palette of cosmos
seeing stars rock and roll
like we forgot the dark

Carefree bright bellies selling you
the same shine like it’s brand new.
It’s cool daddy-o,
stars shine,
just know.

But, the funk of the fool moon is
the co-opted tunes of a big bang,
the hootchie coochie midnight man,
Johnnie be good.

Oh maybellene,
You can’t whitewash the night,
any more than one could
aim telescopes without seeing some
black looking back through
you.