On the coincident of listening to a song of moon on the night of a Full...

Grown
grass,

green
glass,

same
color,

such
a different
feel under foot.

Like yesterday
and today.

Lost
last
find.

What
was I
waiting for?

When was
the last time
buying something
changed my whole mood?

Fast forward back to now
out my back door,

moon beams,

and in house
a song of the same
in title and refrain.

What the hell
are they--
but bad poetry,

lines in music,
so much
better off without them.

Not what I always
thought
but now so overused.

But here
I am
under the full bare ass
of a bright moon,

mushing away
under one too many hours awake
or maybe not enough,

something
isn't working
the same as it used to.