Stones

[billy]

Stones

The moon must be our biggest fan;
faithfully attending our every night,
with never a discouraging twist
in all those crescent smiles-
at leaping cows,
he humors our myths,

through cumulus blinking,
and the static of space,
through whimsical, teenage black storms,
shit fog, and shittier smog- i like this line as it uses the word; shit. i'd remove the and though
and light pollution – never judging,

i think this stanza if is a real keeper, it has pensive quality about it.

through all these cartoon nights alone,
He shines
and has shone
like a stone, use a good or better simile
as if, in love with a stone.