Howling At the Moon

Howling at the Moon

I stood outside
Between the trees
In a field 
On the outside of town

Beneath the lunatic rays
Of the blood-red full moon

The lunatic lights of the moon
Casts a wild primeval glow
On me

The hormonal chemicals are unleashed
The wild beast within
Escapes it chain

And I howl with delight
A werewolf
Free at last

To run amuck
Free of its civilized restrains
Throwing off its clothes
Stripping naked

Running wild
Naked and free
A wild man
Enjoying his freedom

As I sit 
Under the lunatic light of the full moon
Of the blood-red lights of the moon
Full of wild passions
The lustful beast stirs again

And starts running and running
Howling at the moon
Riding into the new dawn
On a demented Harley Davis cycle
With two naked babes on his back

Riding into the moon
90 miles per second
At the speed of thought
He disappears into the lunatic light
Of the full moon

And I wake up
Alone,
In my bed
Saying, man, that was quite a night
I better not go there again

The wild beast
Laughs 
He has heard that before

And I join him
In howling at the moon
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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