I got No Exit
from full moon madness.
Every month it comes around,
stealing my gladness.
Flashing back to a time of jellyfish lightnin'
Watching the waves roll and baskin' in moon shine.
A missed kiss?
Hell yeah!
And then I missed another.
And now I have no recourse
but to treat him like a brother.
It's making me crazy to vacillate this way.
And every month the full moon leaves me sadly grey.
Chicken soup for breakfast
brings no solace to my soul.
The piece of my heart given away
has left a lunar hole
that fills with new shared memories in between the times
of full moon madness
and a night sky that shines.
2 comments:
Nicely done. You should present this at a open-mike night sometime.
Mel
This is the inspiration for this poem.
https://beachoffaustina.blogspot.com/2012/05/i-could-have-talked-talked-talked-all.html
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