THE MOON IS COMING AFTER YOU

The Moon is coming after You, 
Hauling Astral up the flue of your furnace; 
like a Glass Rhinoceros-
With Perfect Twilight Acne.
She descends from the Night Sky;
Toothless and Unfathomable
In a crown of Stars, unwicked-
And benign… As you race 
to a dustbin
In a silent 
Abattoir.

Where your Sacred Cow slipped Tea
Into Your Drugs.
And You-

Panicked