No Show Moon Night
JNeffLind at Gmail dot com
Sworn off love
afraid of lust
the Wolfman thinks of days
he tied his heart in knots
by wrapping it in ribbons
and presenting it with this plea:
"Write a fairy tale with me!"
to any pretty face
that smiled his way.
(Yes that was a younger day
when the monsters in the closet
scared the skeletons away)
But teasing dusk is not alone
as mother night is creeping home,
and the moon will swoon at his advances
so lonely/sad hung out to dry.
It drips the dreams it's caught of soirees past,
and once a month it makes a lonely Wolfman cry.
The Wolfman wonders
will a day so gray
ever fade to black,
and let the object of his affections and erections
soul connections and mighty howl directions
give his heart a chance to sing its rhymes?
Or will he be left to dream
at high beam brights
and traffic lights-
neon signs and better times?
Now as the night approaches
and the gray cloud sky encroaches,
shielding true love from his eyes,
the Wolfman blinks
and feels his private parts
grow more private still.
So silver lining ties his tired hands
and in his sigh he understands
about endlessness
and emptiness
and an empty chest
and infinity
though it isn't she
who wouldn't be
the one for him.
It's a choice that he keeps making by mistake
staying out of the light
and inside himself
in the damp and dim.
So this gray and no show moon night
is an ending way too soon night,
and though the Wolfman soon might
fall from love-
it wasn't today
so he sleeps the night away
believing the lie
he's been dreaming of.
I think it was beautiful. :)
flyingrabbit3 2 years ago
Thank you. Glad someone's actually watching these.
JNeffLind 2 years ago
I missed the Wolfman.
eussuf 4 years ago
Well thanks for viewing anyway.
JNeffLind 4 years ago