Honey of Poetry

Red-blooded moon We drink its honey It’s out of boon The nightmare’s coming. We cannot sail The gardens faded Poets will fail And love is jaded. The blind chance leads in the nowhere The cold changes suns And all is over. I took a whip Oh, poet’s honey! The muses weep And it is funny. They say find peace And don’t be angry They’re on their knees And they are hungry. Friends left me soon, Because of money Red-blooded moon I drink its honey.