The moon
in half shadow,
crimson, like
fire.
Demons in my
head sing low and
dance with
desire.
What can such
a sign portend.
Harvest or smooth
sailing, or a harbinger
of the end.
The same moon,
over time,
has been glimpsed
by many.
Speculated and
worshiped,
not understood
by any.
This appearance
causes disquiet,
as the unenlightened
have a glance.
It only fills my head
with the music,
to which my demons
love to dance.
S. A. Gerber is a native and resident of Los Angeles, CA. His work has appeared in such diverse publications as The Blue Collar Review, Desert Voices Magazine, Subtopian Magazine, Talking Sidewalks, Sediments Literary and Arts Journal, Black Heart Magazine,Mad Swirl, Poetica Magazine, The Los Angeles Review of Los Angeles, and The Linden Avenue Literary Journal. His two volumes of poetry, Under the Radar and Inventory, are available from Barnes & Noble and Amazon as well as Amber Unicorn Books in Las Vegas, Nevada.