I’d rather be the moon than the sun

The little, mystical, vicarious one

You’ll think of the night

Of wolves and of tides

It may be a lie

But it makes a good show

A trapeze act

A fine line

In the blink of the eye

Water to wine

Just a trick of the light

My moment to shine

But never the star

Of the sky.



Copyright Claire O’Loughlin

Found this article and enjoyed these comments left below:

"Could someone explain what the deeper thoughts they have are when looking at a dead stuffed dog with a sign saying I'm dead.

What is the profound statement?"

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""If all we wanted from an artist was that they could draw, then art would simply be a skill"
Another apology for Mediocrity."

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"David Shrigley cannot draw
Bob Dylan cannot sing
Clint Eastwood cannot act
Kylie Minogue cannot write songs
The cast of Life of Brian cannot act
Eddie the Eagle cannot fly
JK Rowling cannot write
Eminen cannot rhyme
Teletubies cannot speak

I cannot comment"


More David Shrigley here

Nothing to do with the massive earthquake
 
when I disperse
these words in chunks
like so

is that enough
to make you read this
as a poem?

i'll mention here 
that Christchurch
has basically collapsed

mainly to add gravity
in the absence 
of rhythm or meter