Moods And Moody - Poem by shimon weinroth

moods of red heat waves
and yellow full moons,
breed insomniac
phantoms

dark grays prey,
upon the patience
pull sour nerves too taut
strums the chords,

igniting short fuses,
erupting into hot purple liquid
and black foul language,
despicable,

hits the grates
pounding on the ear drums
tears complacency
with the fuming acid of cognition

eats its way,
sinks into the mind
inflaming issues,
scarring affinity and compassion

the heat of the moments
so cruel that no regret or apology
can recompense,
nor silvery speech and golden words

beware of slippery tongues, moods
and pouting lips
werewolves
full moons and heated language