(Who are not are bright as they look but are still not dumb)

make themselves scarce
when La Luna is around.

They'd rather spend their time
seeking easier prey
like maybe a white dwarf
or one of those faggy comets
with the fancy tails
then try to figure
out why La Luna
has no fear of them.

What the stars don't know
is that La Luna's aura of confidence
her firme stance
the reason she moves
through the Milky Way
graceful as a silver spoon
through coffee creamer
is due to the fact
that La Luna carries
a loaded pistol
in the inner pocket
of her jacket.

It's her talisman against fear.
Her skeleton key to the cosmos.

A gun in a man's pocket
is a dangerous object
it spits death
and a gun is even
more stupid than a prick

A gun on a woman
is an amulet
with powers far beyond
the force of the bullets
that sleeps in its womb.

This gun allows La Luna
the conduct her nightly rounds
to negotiate her way
through the streets and dark alleys
of the night
without having to worry
of the nasty little stars
or some lecherous drunk planet
weaving through the sky
making suggestive comments
as she passes by.

This gun allows her to shine
her light, to give
guidance to those
who must travel at night

(because to travel by day would be certain arrest by El Sol, the newly elected Sheriff)

They thank her in silence
from beneath their dark hoods.
Their night air is luminous
her slippers float
just above their heads.

Jesse James Johnson  (September 2010)