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.