Would I be moonstruck? Would I be wonderstruck?: A poem 

I was wondering tonight 

if I could watch the moon  

throw shadows in persuasion at me! 

I am limpid as air, but not limping water 

I am a chronic romancer, but no crone 

Would you believe that Allah got Parkinson’s  

in contagion with the crone he slept with? 

I am as moonstruck as wonderstruck, tonight 

that I chance to shadowbox 

with every contentious figment  

I have dealt with; and believe you me(!) 

I was never a knight with fright 

I also was never caught napping even when night! 

Is it the Lion of this land 

or the fish of the vast seas 

that is tired of being dictated by the tides? 

that wants the moon to drift away 

like a boat without tether in a storm? 

I am just thinking how so many of you thought  

the moon was so romantic, 

Some of you even thought it was the solar system’s Mom!

Never mind if Mohammad’s flock seem so prolific!

The mullahs are preaching multiply! Sex is not for pleasure but for profusion of progeny!

I just thought was Allah the Hittite Alalu? 

And that the Sumerian Anu came from deep sea Nibiru?  

I just feel a little apprehensive and crestfallen 

that you think you can change the structure of every universal plot 

because you all want to appease the treachery against me?  

I can see Aquarius wants the pot of water 

But would your Sapiens Man want fish over crab? 

I wouldn’t bother to ask Israel for any opinion 

Herzog decided he wants to shake hands with an evil fish! 

I just couldn’t be wonderstruck by a loony inspiration, in any case 

Even if all the wolves came out beseeching me at night 

Would I be bewitched by such lunacy? 

God knows the hinds of his limbs from his thighs 

Dog is God’s friend and fish is Sapiens man’s, just you be informed! 

The EU and the UN thought they could vouch for the crab(?) 

An old friend invited me to meet him in Thailand. Halfway, he insisted!

I just think I’m halfway to Gemini and never there

Or should I be Janus and also look backwards to an old home turf? 

I just couldn’t be bothered travelling. 

Anthony Albanese can sharkbite all he wants! 

I just couldn’t be bothered what he takes as my bait,

I think he is the foolishest of the fish!

The seas are polluted with his own Sapiens Man’s garbage; and the fish are dying! 

It is not my crime; though I died all through the Age of Pisces! I didn’t want revenge. 

It was Anthony Albanese who committed treachery against me, 

I was very patient, but should I not stand up for myself? 

My sweet Jashmina, do you think otherwise? So, Labor keeps winning; should I give a damn?

Or Prakash Saint Paul morphs from Lord of the flies to Lord of the fish, at wish? 

So, Artemis is going to the Moon, am I? Would I seek convenience over conviction? 

What does Elon Musk prefer? Or what does NASA? 

And how successful was China? 

We are all looking for the ghosts of the future  

come beckon us with Dame Fortune! 

I think I wrestled too much, really; and it’s midnight! 

Do you think that all my jihad wished for the crescent on a spoon?