Lunatic's Moon...
Those forever days of the past    
it lay quiet in tranquil sleep,    
save for visitor's noiseless blasts    
of meteor's falls from the deep,    
raising silent dust's slow, slow, leaps    
in dance, gift of ghost's ballet shoes    
Ad agio A cappella,    
hypnotized my eyes, seek the moon...    
    
I see Hekate through my glass    
of spirits, as I start to dream,    
a ****** god, did she think, alas?    
I hear her hounds, Hades guards supreme,    
I fear beast dogs awake, griping claw, tearing teeth,
my fear of dog mounts higher inside...
grossly male, trembling knees, knock
under his hot glare I drop my eyes,
I burn, tremble dreaming see gleam    
hot eyes, click of claw come to choose...    
nails pierce my clenched palms like claws, I...    
moth I, pinned by crazed magic moons...    
    
Constricted chest, sweat drowns my Sass,    
smell of wet dog fur make me freeze,    
my drink or some Satanic Mass    
make these demented visions stream    
across my glazing eyes, two-dog-teams    
of Hekate's hell-hounds stiff stalk move    
nip heels, thighs, herds me hell bound, I      
cowed, bare throat to lunatic's moon...

Sorry Joe, you're asking the wrong folk this;
" Who on earth could vote for this lying chump "
try *** offenders bullies and rapists,

Anarchists and jailed insurrectionists
the immature who's hero dubbed them dum
sorry Joe, you're asking the wrong folk this,

Ask ragged trousered philanthropists
and the dictators who've become his chums,
try *** offenders bullies and rapists,

And those antidemocratic fascists
shameless GOPers queueing to kiss his ***,
sorry Joe, you're asking the wrong folk this,

Ask his sad insecure apologists
all these unblushingly will come up trumps
try *** offenders, bullies and rapists,

and twisted insecure rabid racists
a mutual courtship for a closet  ****
sorry Joe, you're asking the wrong folk this,
try *** offenders, bullies and rapists...

The fickle luck of my sweet cunning stunt  
as my tutor says " you're a shining wit    
the prime frier tuck of all cunning runts  
a stabbit Rew, the cooking flue, of linguists..."  
  
I picked Lucy my furry ***** cat  
she who once had the name of Mary Hinge  
her dam was Betty Swallocks she said duck fat  
would get me cobbing throcked and Grapes by the rinch
  
But that weren't so muk'n fuch till sigging fruck  
gross Pat Fenis was a right witch banker  
full of featy sweet and featy swannies  
from Penistone not Scunthorpe, a bush whacker?

We must fight and fight against this Fourth-*****      
of Adolph trump and mike Goebbels johnson,
as I strive to voice some preemptive strike,
      
Before they breach our democracy's ****      
and flush down history's drain our freedom,
we must fight and fight against this Fourth-*****.      
          
*** offending-leech trump, with his, "N" gibes,
the lawless insurrection he begun,
as I strive to voice some preemptive strike.      
      
They'll bring in restraints ayatollah like      
using as fact the web of lies trump spun,
we must fight and fight against this Fourth-*****,
    
The steel veils crash down even as I type      
anti-gay zealot? Speaker johnson is one,
as I strive to voice some preemptive strike...    
    
Treat them with derision, Roar " Take a hike!"      
use your vote get 'em, without question, slung.      
We must fight and fight against this Fourth-*****,
as I strive to voice some preemptive strike.

My springtime's never ending suns
I carry sunglow from window to bed,
planning, when the next day has come,
just as soon as the pets are fed,
and I've tidied up my empty head,
walked the dog, give cat the cream,
to run and jump and skip and play
not laze around and sleep and dream...
Too late! my pet's wet chomping jaws
send my dreams to damp moist earthy days
of screaming pterodactyls & dinosaurs...

My summer sun's they always shone
so brightly that they hurt my eyes,
and I hid and wished it, Begone!
with my false exasperated sighs...
I lazed around and fantasied,
conjured darkness for my needs,
and willed self toy for troglodytes
so dreamily these beasts use my hands on me
on dark cave floor's breed in me, such dreams...
Of Hekate's hounds entering... in my mind
behind the private door's of my eyes.

Now my Autumn comes crashing down
there's earlier settings of darker suns,
troglodytes and hell's hounds keep me bound
on stiff stalking legs ***** one-eyed proud
as creeping winters begin to run...
My pale face mirrored as I count my sum,
of my omniverse to find it finally means,
of my dreams this whole world wide,
dream leads to this... Whereof? I cannot dream...

I say " But, I'm not your Mom"
rapt, around his fingers...

He offered me his string of pearls
I, grateful, accepted...