conversation under the moon

I’m spitting words out,
shouting melody out loud  

I become alive
when
this jammed tape starts to play  

I’m tired of strong alcohol stink
and
dull empty eyes  

drinks have washed brains out of humans’ heads  

no wonder that when they dance – they move automatically  

their tired mind went for a walk and forgot to close the doors behind  

the moon is full - it told me
that I should get over it,
enjoy my ride,  
be among
party
animal
ssssssssssssssssssss
 
 
my hands are wet  
with smell of alcohol and sweat  
 
 
human beings are  
interesting creatures  
 
 
they howl at  
nights  
 
 
bark at each  
other  
 
 
they sting   themselves  
 with sharp  needles  
 
 and some of them  
fall into winter’s sleep for the rest of their lives  
 
 they work hard  
and have small societies - like ants do  
 
 they hide their  
heads in the sand when they are scared  
 
 ladies look like  
exotic butterflies which slowly die after their fifteen minutes of fame  
 
 they have sharp  claws and scary mouths