Moon Treatment

Weather permitting 

I can be found
In the backyard 

Reclined 

In a tattered lawn chair 

In boxers 

Or an old lover’s bathrobe 

Left behind 

Drink in hand 

Straight up 

Smoking a cheap cigar 

Connecting the dots 

With stars 

Divining new constellations 

And astrological symbols 

Coming to one with 

And accepting 

Welcoming
My inner genius 

With a warm congenial handshake 

People 

Family 

And especially neighbors 

Think I’m fucking 

Missed-the-boat 

Looney toons 

And perhaps I am 

But this moon therapy 

Is healing 

It’s playing a large part 

In my recovery 

My rejuvenation 

Sometimes 

I’ll bring the small transistor out 

And if I can point the antenna 

In the right direction 

I’ll hear all sorts of stuff 

While I sit there 

Breathing out cool air 

Sometimes classical 

Sometimes voices 

Sometimes peaceful static 

That bitch took everything 

I had 

Including my hair 

And now 

Several years later 

I’m healing 

In the moon’s nourishing light 

My hair is growing back 

Salt and pepper 

It’s as if 

Somebody poured bleach 

On all of the stars 

They’re so bright