Languid light over sleepy sounds
waves lapping the shoreline
like thoughts are lapping
my mind, slowly eroding
my thoughts, depositing
them on the river bed.
Moonlight sonata
a serenade to insanity
soft as silken romance
and innocently immature.
I’m moonstruck, moonsick
yearning for an eternal
eclipse, impossible
apocalypse.
So please, please,
poison me against
the moon.