We start with the moon
crisp and brisk in the
star studded sky

In the night the day ends
and the imagination begins
Sleep imitates wake as we punish
reality with dream

…Dream: a delusion and trance
A hallucination serving as a deflation and
dehydration of veracity infestation 
Ideas and notions weaving around the unbound
sleep allows us to creep, crawl and wander
our psychology, mythology and possibly
unfortunate urology

Nature calling causes us to end
up falling out of sweet sleep and
dazing dream to return to
rupturingly real reality

And we return to the moon
cursing the dark with light
hiding the night with
glowing, gleaming white
‘cause even in wake, the dark
grants us ambiguity
We see shapes and sounds
and this phantom time runs us into chairs ‘cause
our eyes have so little light to share

But back to the pillow rests our head
where we drown
in dream where monsters and ex’s make
us scream and lovers and friends make us smile
in part reality because dreams disallow denial

We sit back and watch our life in dream—a
movie of our lives without the live as
our subconscious uses sleep as its unbound
playground.
The night carries limitless connectivity linking life
with love, confusion, illusion, intrusion and
seclusion

And we return to the moon
and shake, shiver and shriek
at the notion of hungry howling
werewolves.

Werewolves: oh shit! the devil hides
in these
wicked, wild beasts
We watch and learn stories
of and about these mystical mighty monsters
because apparently the
real night and real world
don’t burden us with enough to fear

Because we fear genuine fear, we
create a new, supernatural fear that
we can disregard and discount ‘cause
we know its invented and pretended

Real: Murder, addiction, rape and hate
Real: Indifference, intolerance, ignorance and belligerence
This is our bona fide world and it’s true in both night and day

Day: When the sun comes out and hides the dark
The sun ignites a spark that drains the night and
its wicked, dark delight
But the moon still shines amongst the sun
,so, in the day we need not

Return to the moon with the smiling man in and
walking on its chalky, or possibly cheese-filled shell
that, unlike the sun, orbits around us like a 24-hour bus
giving us the time for rest and letting us wake
feeling our best