Super Moon!
Oh, Super Moon!
Why have you forsaken my paralysis?
Why have you come from beneath Cloud Mountain only to breach my inhibition?
So that I may melt into the grass?
So that I may be the leach of this girl?
So that I may repair the ill tidings I shat out a fortnight ago?
People say a full moon makes us
Crazy. Because seventy percent of
Our brain is composed of water we
Convulse into a Jack the Ripper of
Sorts. I’ll tell you I’d rather be a
William McCarty Jr., sly as a cat I
Could escape this prison without a
Word to anyone. Then you can make
Your bones into Tally Sticks so that
You might keep track of the days
Until I’ve slain my last.
Jan 25, 2013
Jan 25, 2013 at 12:56 PM UTC
Super Moon!
Oh, Super Moon!
Why have you forsaken my paralysis?
Why have you come from beneath Cloud Mountain only to breach my inhibition?
So that I may melt into the grass?
So that I may be the leach of this girl?
So that I may repair the ill tidings I shat out a fortnight ago?
People say a full moon makes us
Crazy. Because seventy percent of
Our brain is composed of water we
Convulse into a Jack the Ripper of
Sorts. I’ll tell you I’d rather be a
William McCarty Jr., sly as a cat I
Could escape this prison without a
Word to anyone. Then you can make
Your bones into Tally Sticks so that
You might keep track of the days
Until I’ve slain my last.
“There’s many a slip twixt the cup and the lip.”
~ Old English proverb
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