A word with the Moon

Moon, you're a prison
spot tonight, eye patch stare,
white ember, you burn;
a peep hole in my night.

I was out looking
for stars, hoping for Gabriel
or the saucepan to come
and scoop me up

but you're here instead,
unblinking- even the clouds
are scared of you;
bold, round,
porcelain-

if I could take you down
I'd smash you,
your mouth always open
with those swollen craterous eyes.