A Lunar Catastrophe

There is no record of one ever overdosing on the moon.
The silent mood erector, with its celestially scheduled appearances
has been a commendable organizer of my monthly allowance
of suadade-soaked neurons for you.
But when the matte night-sky ornament
suddenly decided, in the most lunatic of Shakespearian ways,
to show its fullest of faces twice in a steamy July,
the skies collided and tore up my calendar.
Capricorn went blue, they reported.
Venus turned retrograde, they said.
And I overdosed on you.
There. Add that to the record.

©Kozi Nasi