a full moon came <br />and all the bars filled <br />up with drinkers <br />there are no empty beds <br />in all the psychiatric wards <br />things were jumping <br />in all of the detox units <br />and there you are <br />in the backyard silly dog <br />your cold wet nose <br />pointing at the moon <br />as you howl in <br />unison with all the <br />restless neighborhood mutts <br />pray tell the full moon <br />lightens up the night <br />and shines on the dark side <br />of the desperate and the doomed<br /><br />Faith Elizabeth Brigham<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/full-moon-11/
