Moondog
The song is loud,
although he’s not even turned on yet.
Loud in his head, decibels to spare.
Enough to share
and he wants to share it with everyone.
It’s drowning out
any rational thought he might have had.
That’s for another time.
Tonight is for ravers
and he’s a raving maniac.
A lunatic with a full moon rising.
Throws that switch. Power surge,
eyes pop, lurches to his feet.
Opens his mouth, about to let rip.
Let’s hope someone pulls the plug
before he does too much damage.
I love this, Jonathan! Except for the last two lines because the poem ends on ‘Opens his mouth, about to let rip.’
Go on, you know it does.
It’s surreal and surprising and does everything a good poem should.
Oh, maybe you don’t need two ‘opens’ near the end… perhaps just ‘eyes pop’ ?
You are right, Robbie – the first “open” has to go. You are probably right about the last 2 lines, as well, but you won’t be surprised to hear I’m loathe to ditch these – I find them rather funny!