Who the Hell's Li Po? the moon's not going anywhere it's stuck up there              a piece of                            rock and dust blown out of some sun landing in   the earth's sky be a hell of a mess if it finally fell splashing half the ocean up on   places like san francisco some sort of       moonami washing over the fire nozzle of coit tower and the little cable cars reaching halfway to the stars it'd sink a damned ark the spaghetti factory coffee and confusion north beach the go go girls dancing in cages they'd all mingle with sea weed and moon salt down by the wharf where the tourists live by the light of the moon in the ocean all the silvery cities would dissolve into pre-land muck moon swamps that whisper   vanished rumors of the lost and mythical human race but   it is   the            Pacific Ocean it could swing the other way It could chase the sun cuckolding us all for a heavy weight star     the great deep waters could become the dead still waters of sea mosquitoes one big salt swamp of slime and dead mussels no moon to drag the waters up slapping the   foam out of it on the rocks dropping food in the bivalve slits of the half drowned surf clans it just wouldn't be the same to watch the wind ripple up some frothy white caps on the biggest damned salt lakes since something drained utah let's go splashing now everybody's   learning how come on baby with me to uh,   to where the water meets the shore June         croon                 tune                         by the light of the stars                we smoke cigars                  play our guitars                     the months mean nothing               the rimes are lame                and the songs die but that moon's not going anywhere it doesn't belong you could call it intelligent stasis or equilibrium by design could be just where the rock landed to throw its weight around some sort of Disney Science thing like well like that big bang   that just blew up what wasn't there before.   Yeah that sure explains everything any monkey can start a fire with wood and a box of matches the old indian can bow the crotch of a piece of wood til it smokes but something from nothing? moonlight from an empty sky? fire in a vacuum? Hey, it ain't my fault, Li Po God did it.