moonshine

 
moonshine sedated and screaming
inside my silence I found myself
conjuring a tempest
my contempt building between cheek and tongue

all the poppies cried foul
weeping in the garden of scorn
used to feeling nothing
there was no place for your sun
in my bitter garden of regret

I hate you for your beauty
you shine isms of hope
in my reality the iron curtain of doubt would stand
your visa denied
go back the way you came

the moon wore a black eye
I shaded my face from her lies
a lunatic derisive in nature
I would not miss you