Sometimes
the
moon
looks
like a lonely
cut lemon
makes me
act real
quiet-
ly
never
howling
screaming
or running
naked
it’s
not that
I don’t want
to…
it’s
just that
I don’t want
to
get caught.
editors note:
For all you closet howlers out there. (We welcome Bradley to our crazy congress of Contributing Poets with this submission. Read more of his madness on his new page – check it out.) – mh clay