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.
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.
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