Moon 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

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.