Harvest Moon

It’s tough to describe
What makes
Some thoughts tolerable
And others not

If you think of a gun to your head
That’s frightening
And exhausting
Not an image a human being
Ought to be spending a lot of time with
In bed

But if for some reason Neil Young’s song
Harvest Moon
Is playing in your mind

‘Cause I’m still in love with you
I wanna see you dance again
Cause I’m still in love with you
On this harvest moon’

While at the same time
You see a gun pressed up
Against your temple

That’s when it gets close to unbearable
Because the song is the hand on the gun
And the peaceful lyrics
Are the finger on the trigger

I find in life
It’s never the one thing
It’s the way one thing rubs up
Against another

None of this is Neil Young’s fault
So I hope his fans
Will forgive me
If tonight
I smash his guitar
Usher him out the door
So someone else can come in
And play a song
Which puts the safety
Back on the weapon