Lunatic

I want to walk on the moon

I'm a lunatic

lack logic lackluster this

illustrious lunar landscape

all crater and cosmic catastrophe echoing

the first mighty collision like

the chaos of his flying fist flinging fury

across her orderly face

underscore her Maleficent cheekbones cresting

like waves whipped to wild worship

while the warship weaves torpedo trails

twining like box braids abounding

in beads and baubles orbiting

the sun of her

hide face to save face

his changeable phases

an eclipse of the blue moon

swollen and shining behind shadow

glowing embers of dying stars

are cooling in her eyes

all stark and contrast

like the full moon against the

wind up and pitch

black skull cap of the Screeching One

and I am the Screeching One

and she is you are I am we are the Screeching One

I want to walk on the moon

I'm a lunatic

oblivious obsession overtaking

my orderly phases