got grass?

i bring handfulls of fresh cut grass to class
because it smells good and to share
(but people stare and wonder why, and i wonder why everyone doesn't want some there)

i love the moon, no really i really do love the moon
and sometimes my path bends so that i can follow the light
from the moon instead of the path that takes me into the gloom
of a room in a house with electrical lights

i used to bleed with the moon, and this pleased me but now
not so much but again soon i hope
i'll be that close to that light mixed with dark red blood

my little hairs remain unshorn but the bigger ones i still adorn

and i've got an idea. something to explore. this should be good...