When The Full Moon Is In Your 12th House

You are not afraid of hidden things,
Things like spiders or invaders from Mars,
Only humans provide you with
Questions about what may befall you,
So you limit your contact
Taking on the mystical realm
Rather than the secular,
Your problems are yours alone
Until you let them bubble to the surface
To embarrass you
Or to convince others that they are right
About your craziness
To the point of insanity,
You keep waiting for the Green Light of Success
To arrive at your preordained spot
To carry you away
To stardom
Or the Red Rectangle Tavern at the
Edge of the Universe,
So be it, you say,
Take me now!
Lift me up on high!
I’ll croon like Sinatra singing
“Fly Me To The Moon,” as I go:
To reside with the adepts
In the palace of Kuan Yin,
Bathe in the Big Dipper,
Wrestle the Great Bear,
Spend eternity
Chasing the Dragon.