Tooo impatient to be …
Howling at the moon
there is no moon
Just howling

Starving 
  Exposed
    Feverish 
      Bearded 
Hipster one hand clap 
Clown makeup smeared 
on the variety TV show 
of the crescent frontal lobe

Secret space bases on the
backside of my warbling mind 
the deepest craters 
are filled with 
  the memories of glue
                  of hoofs
of steeds from past lives
Moaning at full gallop

Where is the joy of the predawn hour?
Where the sons of eternity singing
in the occluded brightness 
of moonlight?

How can one trust its unpredictable light?
It’s phases?
The blood of nature it releases?

Bunkmates 
in the internment camp of age
Old dogs wanting to 
lift their head back 
     and let loose
  Too tired 
Wrong phase 
Feinted arterial erosions
Faded erotic proclivities 
Apophenic meandering 
to the edge of the deepest crater
then diving forever into the void
Never meeting that lunar promise 

Buried in the secret pocket of a gown found in a Maine antique shop 
The keystone lunar message read:

Bismark omit leafage buck bank,
Calgary Cuba unguard confute duck fagan,
Spring wilderness lining one reading novice -
Moon

1/11/2024 SGL Brunswick, ME