full moons always screw with me,
mess with my brain, misfire synapses.
spontaneous reckless choices
set me up with moon beam troubles.
stay in full moon nights. once badly beamed
twice shy and only fool me once.
hide inside protective tin hat on head;
garish crucifix around neck.
holy water sprinkled.
never watch YouTube videos with moons.
you may think I’m nuts for what I do.
me under full moons I would be.
frantic loud knocks on my door sweet girly voice,
“help me please help me I’m dying of thirst.”
goth woman maybe 22 that dark eye makeup,
kind of scary looking in morgue black clothes.
obscene dental work, fanged teeth.
everything pierced on her face.
disturbing horror movie smile.
“could I you give me a drink of water,” she said.
trickster full moon clouded my mind.
forgot to be wary of strangers,
especially vampiric-looking ones.
you know how they always say
trust your instincts listen to that small
voice inside of you when it says
something like MAYDAY! MAYDAY!
because of those damn full moon
beams my instincts and small
voice offline needed a reboot.
forgot how to do because
transformed into mindless lunar loon.
turned my back to get her a glass of water.
good deed punished, goth girl had gun.
shot banged loudly, bullet in my back.
passed me out losing a lot of blood, life exiting.
goth girl rummaged my apartment stole all my goods
and my beloved 2001 Dodge Ram pick up truck.
ex girlfriend neighbor heard shot.
despite nasty break up still had a heart.
drove me to the ER a few minutes up the street.
me close to dead bleeding on car’s upholstery
mumbled an I’m sorry before passing out.
died on the examination table temporarily.
rose out of my clinically dead body.
astral traveled to the moon, kicked its ass.
okay I’ll admit it, hallucinating but when the paddles
slammed me back to life damn It felt real,
like sweet revenge on the moon.
the murderous evil goth girl totaled my ram.
head on into a garbage truck on highway 666,
probably drugged up and maybe it was justice.
unlike me clinically, her terminally dead,
presumably woke up in a dark goth hell.
I miss my truck.
Bob Boyd
