Pile Up

Well, you told me the moon delivers
Its own peculiar hum to these ears
Only when the sky turns black
And thunder crashes like cars
On windscreens

And you said the moon delivers
Rivers to my fragile brain
Only when the fly fights back
And flies like blades on steroids
Off windscreens

The moon shines like a shiver
Electrodes in my head go off
Pull in, turn the wipers off
And subsist between frequencies
Radio says there's a pile-up.