Loan Me Sense

A friend loaned me his wit but
I could find no malice in me so
it was no use. Another tried
gifting me some common sense
but it just paled in comparison
to all my very uncommon sense.
Yet another thought it might be
wise for me to understand
the ways of women, but after
the talking was through, I
found myself even more
completely lost than I was
to begin with, not even any
bread crumbs to guide me
anymore. So I went to my
muse looking for some answers.
She said, "What do you want
from me? I'm just supposed to
make sure you keep the world
from destroying itself. No one
ever said anything to me about
advising you on personal matters."
So, what do I do about personal
matters? I asked. "Try the cosmos,"
she responded. The cosmos? How
do I address the cosmos? "Oh, I
don't know! Why don't you go
howl at the moon or something."
For years now I've been
sneaking, naked, out to howl
at the moon whenever it's full.
I can't say it's helped me much.
I can say for sure, though, that
there really is nothing quite so
sublime as letting a breeze
caress your naked body on
a full-moon night.

(2007)