26 July, 2020
The Moon is in My Head
The moon is in my head
throbbing red, full of wine,
echoing with your snores.
Memories bounce around, around,
trapped in lunar atmospheres,
unable to escape in space.
Bright beams in the back of my eyes,
reflect every glaring, sunlit day
to torture my tired mind.
My skull is far too small
to contain these crafty craters
or satellites of this size.
Release me please, into the dark.
Cover my sky in oblivious clouds
and let me sleep tonight.
