lunatic howling at the moon two drops of ink marilyn l davis scott biddulph

Poems by Jake Cosmos Aller

By Jake Cosmos Aller

Index

  1. Just an Unhinged Lunatic Howling at The Moon
  2. Howling at The Moon
  3. One Crazy day*
  4. God’s Confession
  5. Wild Thoughts Run Amuk

*previously published

 

lunatic howling at the moon two drops of ink marilyn l davis scott biddulph

Just An Unhinged Lunatic Howling At The Moon

 

On a moonlit late night

I sat in a bar

Drinking drams of demented, fermented dream dew

Just an unhinged lunatic

Dreaming of howling at the full moon

 

Watching the world walk by

Looking at all the fine looking babes

Walking by the street

Thinking wild, erotic thoughts

Of endless wild libertine passions

 

When into the bar

Walked the most beautiful women

In the Universe

So wild, so free

So wonderfully alive

 

I did not know what to do

As this vision of delight

Sauntered through the bar

In a skin tight leather pants

Looked so fine

That my eyeballs hurt

 

And finally I had to say something

So I gathered up my manly courage

And walked up to her

And she looked at me

And instantly bewitched my soul

With a devilish grin

I lost all reason

And became a raving lunatic

Unhinged lunatic

Howling at the moon

 

Foaming at the mouth

A wild, free werewolf

Howling at the lunatic light

Of the full Moon

 

 

Howling At The Moon

 

I stood outside

Between the trees

In a field

On the outside of town

 

Beneath the lunatic rays

Of the blood red full moon

 

The lunatic lights of the moon

Casts a wild primeval glow

On me

 

The hormonal chemicals are unleashed

The wild beast within

Escapes it chain

And I howl with delight

A werewolf

Free at at last

 

To run amuck

Free of its civilized restrains

Throwing off its clothes

Stripping naked

 

Running wild

Naked and free

A wild man

Enjoying his freedom

 

As I sit

Under the lunatic light of the full moon

Of the blood red lights of the moon

Full of wild passions

The lustful beast stirs again

 

And starts running and running

Howling at the moon

Riding into the new dawn

On a demented Harley Davis cycle

With two naked babes on his back

 

Riding into the sun

90 miles per second

At the speed of though

He disappears into the lunatic light

Of the full moon

 

And I wake up

Alone,

In my bed

Saying, man that was quite a night

I better not go there again

 

The wild beast

Laughs

He has heard that before

 

And I join him

In howling at the moon

 

 

One Crazy Day

 

Last night

I could not get to sleep

At all

 

Last night

I could not get to sleep

At all

 

I looked up

Looked out at the window

At the full moon

Saw by its lunatic light

 

Your face

Was in the moon

And I looked up

At the light

That crazy light

And dreamed

 

I was with you

Again

 

And I woke up

Again

And I woke up

Alone in my bed

 

Dreaming dark dreams

Of You

Wishing it were

Other than it was

All alone

All alone again

In this world

 

God’s Confession

 

I was sitting along

In a god forsaken bar

Somewhere on the lunatic fringes

Of society

 

On the bad part of town

Over by railroad tracks

Heading to hell

As fast as I could drink it down

 

Enjoying my lonely drink

Drinking by my lonesome self

With my partners

Jimmy Dean, and the Walker brother

And his old Granddad

Just drinking and hanging

With the Jack Daniel’s gang

 

A crazed bum

With a thousand year stare

Walks up to me

 

He begins

Muttering to himself

Nutty nonsense

Crazy words

In a lunatic’s voice

 

He had the look

Of one possessed

By his own demons

That only he can see

Or hear

Possessed by a secret knowledge

Only he knew

 

Despite myself

I was fascinated

By this lunatic’s tale

 

So I stopped him

And said

So what’s your game

Anyway

 

The short little dude

Stopped his insane prattle

Starting at me

With that thousand year old stare

 

Just another washed up

Lunatic

Too many drugs

Too many bad nights

On the wrong side of life

 

He looked at me

And proclaimed his story

 

He reared up

And filled up the room

And lifted the bar

On his finger

And stared down at me

From the sky

 

And said

Since you asked

I am God

The alpha and Omega

The real deal

The original dude of dudes

The sultan of Swing

God of hosts

And father of that Jesus dude

 

But no one knows me

Any more

No one cares

They think I am irrelevant

They think I am dead

They think I am a fairy tale

From some olden, ancient time

 

Some say I am dead

Others think I should be dead

That my work is done

 

I looked at him

Carefully now

And what did I see

An old man

With that lunatic look

But there was something else

 

He was crazy

Sure yes

But perhaps he was the real deal

 

I mean why not

Why would not God be

A lunatic wandering around loose

Talking to low lives like me

In a bar

On the way to hell

 

So I looked at him

And invited him to share

His tale of woe

 

God tells me

Well, it’s like this

 

Many a year ago

People believed in me

But one day

They quit believing in me

And they went on without me

 

As they left me

My powers got weaker and weaker

And so eventually I became

What you see today

 

A broken down drunk

Hanging out

Looking for a hand out

Looking for some company

Or at least a free dinner

 

And he laughed and laughed

And I looked at him

And saw the beginnings of the end

And the ends of the beginnings

 

I saw a million planets

Flash by

A billion people

A trillion sentient beings

Thinking all at once

Thoughts filled my head

Lights flashed

And I knew

He was telling the truth

But it did not matter

In this day and age

Of materialism

 

God has no role

God is truly dead

And so I bought him a drink

And walked out of the bar

Profoundly sadden by what I had seen

 

God was dead

And we had all conspired

To kill him

Long live God

 

Wild Thoughts Run Amok

 

Wild Thoughts

Wild fantasies

Fill my head

Running through my brain

Like electric currency

 

My eyes are consumed

By the burning fires

Of unquenched desire

 

She still has that thing

That wild crazy thing

And she still impresses me

Compels me

Inspires fear in me

 

And I am on fire

All over again

 

The wild infatuation

She caused in my heart

 

But I was not prepared

The sight of her

Inspired dreams

Of nights of love

That was not to be fulfilled

 

My heart is filled

With wild erotic fantasies

And I went her

All over again

 

That love Jones thing

That wild love Jones thing

Creeps its ugly head

Out of the dark recess

Of my demented soul

 

Sniffing an opportunity

To cause chaos

Yet again

 

And so I prepare

To run away

Ere I get consumed

By unrequited passion

Again

 

Dreams of possible love

And lust

Come bubbling out

Out of the swamps

Of my fertile imagination

 

And I pray to the gods

To give me wisdom

To avoid taking

The path that leads

To my destruction

 

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John (“Jake” ) Cosmos Aller is a novelist, poet, and former Foreign Service officer having served 27 years with the U.S. State Department in ten countries – Antigua, Barbados, Dominica, Grenada, Korea, India, St Kitts, St Lucia,  St Vincent, Spain and Thailand. and traveled to 45 countries during his career.
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Jake has been an aspiring novelist for several years and has completed two novels, (Giant Nazi Spiders and the Great Divorce) and is pursuing publication.
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He has been writing poetry all his life and has published his poetry in electronic poetry forums, including All Poetry, Moon Café and Duane’s Poetree. (under the name Jake Lee).
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He is looking forward to transitioning to his third career – full-time novelist and poet after completing his second career as a Foreign Service officer, and his first career as an educator overseas for six years upon completion of his Peace Corps service in South Korea.

Email: authorjakecosmosaller@gmail.com

Linkinlin: https://kr.linkedin.com/in/jakealler

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http://www.poetrysoup.com/me/jakecosmos

https://allpoetry.com/Jake_Aller

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