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.