Moon Over L.A.

by Jerry Ratch

The moon begins to rise over L.A.

while the roaches try to crawl up

the sides of the mountains surrounding the L.A. Basin.


While fires rage in the forests of the night,

here comes the moon over the horizon,

big and haunted, pock-marked and cool in its flames,


as earthquakes rattle the windows in their panes,

and ultimately everything and everyone

sighs a big sigh of relief under the sober and sad


drawn-on clown white face of the moon

that has repeatedly misunderstood its own meaning

and significance, after revealing our history,


after revealing the rosy sides and internal musings

of the roaches who are even this minute inching

their way up from inside the earth.