Full Moon Fever
The full moon is a glowing wheel of swiss cheese
that shines on the starlight night
like the great flashlight in the sky.
The full moon is an optical dose
of acid, peyote, mushrooms
and angel dust;
that seeps it’s way through the cracks of the world,
and enters the sanity of all she finds,
and she finds all.
The full moon is a bacchanal of madness
and crazed lunacy,
a time to don the mad-cap
and go bonkers as a mealworm burrowing
in a wheel of cheese.
The full moon is a mirror.
She shows us the best of us,
which we never would reveal
to all our friends in a crowded room.
She shows us our darkness inside,
which we never would acknowledge
while cocooned within our bedsheets,
Alone in our head, in the dead glow
of a new moon.
The full moon reflects us;
The cream of who we truly are,
illuminating it for all nearby to see.
O sun. O fiery clementine of day;
roast me in this leathery shell
and send me fleeing, screaming
for the shelter of a dark and cool, starry