what makes moons bleed so suddenly
in such a menstrual way eclipsing to
cover wakeful shame packs of howling
sharp fangs under cloaks of darkness
dead of winter depth of night in peaks
of bright glowing eyed nocturnal beast
walking eastward toward evergreen
compass the window more than thrice
clanking of a glass of ice drowning in
insomnia wishing a sprig of peppermint
chasing elusive daunting thoughts