Eric Wood

Moonless Monday


It’s 4 o’clock in the morning

On a Moonless Monday night

There’s nobody left on the street

Not a thing’s even movin’

‘cept the lonely traffic light

And a man who appears mysteriously

He only looks a lot like me

Though the sound of the concrete

Pounding up against his heels

Seems to convincingly

Prove that he’s without question

Relatively real

He only looks a lot like me


Don’t depend on me darlin’

More than I depend on him

I know that I’m not what I seem

I wanna be who that man is

You’re so convinced I am

I created him so carefully

But he only looks a lot like me