Lunacaemia


For the madness in my blood
I fucked it up
with lunacaemic paranoia.

I liked Goya
not Michaelangelo.

“Don’t fuck with me
I’m Carravaggio.”,

   ...tormented by Dionysus
and sodium lamps
and up to no good.

But the moon’s in my blood
and the moon’s in my mind
and the moon’s in my dance
and it shines in my eyes.

Cackling asides
in dim basement moth bars,
ketamine strides
in mercury fur
that gleams in the gutter
and rich lunar eyes
and up to no good...

   Where the moon’s in my blood
and the moon’s in my mind
and the moon’s in my dance
and it shines in my eyes.

I am the lycanthrope,
a human kaleidoscope:
By day I’m a man,
but my lunacaemia
(the disease of my clan)
opens up a different world
where I’m up to no good...

   With the moon in my blood
and the moon in my mind
when I’m up for the madness
that shines in my eyes.