Full Moon

Just about a full moon

is worse than a full moon could ever be;

it gives everyone a reason

to bluff,

to try and make a hand out of nothing,

try to be someone they’re not. 

Almost a full moon.

Almost who they want to be.

“Must have been the full moon,” 

they say,

knowing full well 

it wasn't a full moon,

knowing

it’s safer to try and change

without the gate being open

than it is to 

try to change

when the eye is full and wide.

Have you ever tried to be someone else

when the stakes are highest?

It doesn’t always end well.

I saw a man tonight,

“I am the beast;

tonight I am free!”

he howled.

What do you think happened?

A silver bullet in the forehead is what happened.

When we ask for what we want,

we have to be careful.

What do we really want?

What do we really need?

What do we think we need?

What are we asking?

Why are we asking?

Who are we asking?

Maybe when the moon is full, 

everyone hears.

You ever heard

someone say

they prayed

for something?

Do you ever ask who it is they’re praying to?

Do they ever ask?

Do they pray with their eyes closed?

Do they assume

the god they want to hear

is the only one listening?

What about answering?

Full moons only hold truth

and

it’s easier to 

stand close to truth,

to pretend 

the full moon glow

is at your back

than it is to stand

in that silver light

and let it

swallow you up.