A Little Lunatic

As the lunatic moon waves through its cloud cage,
I levitate into your life.
I work in bars and jumble sales
And stalk Polish men and nice tattoos.
Lunar gloomy, I’m lockable –
And it comes with a month long guarantee

Your dish and spoon for my levity.
I’ll curdle your blood with my crazy talk:
Of lilies and lullabies and mixed-up skies
I’d love to lull you to madness.
And when I wax too far, put me out.
You can marry me with a straitjacket.

You rock me to sleep when I’m a cradle,
And howl with me when I’m full and naked.
But my leaden melody gives you headaches,
And my swelling worries you.
And my memory starts to wear thin,
Or my voice fattens.

When my lackless lustre is complete,
Or my waning mouth lolls crooked,
I’m too much for you to handle.
And you pray to the god of the lemon moon.
And the god takes me away
(Though I was planning on leaving soon)