Moon-struck

I always blame them on the moon -
the cross-country rides of my heart.
The moon is to blame
When I fall into the slush
and when my knees scrape
on deadly curves.
Moon is the reason for breakdowns en route
and detours are somehow the moon's fault.
But when I see the moon
cloud-draped on power-cut nights,
I give her the whip and dance to the lashes