Madness

I drink a cocktail of moonlight,

hours drip away until dethroned

past the towering bridge of ecstasy.

Moon threatens to fall out of the sky

in a beacon of glitz and bleeding toes,

drifting past moodiness, leering brazenly -

a pock marked soul sitting on edge of day.

Moon’s madness slips just beneath halo,

laying on top of world with angel wings.

Standing alone, I hear sounds of guts

and fury pounding the ground, displaced

spleen limpid with lukewarm tears -

trickle of aqua becomes a stream as

moon gives a silent yawn while music

strums in the gilded background.

Moon is all that exists as I take last sip

awakening to savage sun taking a bow.