#15 – for the waking haze


today i read about a wretched victim
of what some called divine judgement
they say he was a dirty heathen,
and that the bereaved deserve no consolement

the man on the moon
came today to see you
he returned after playing me a sweet tune
And left behind pictures of the wondrous view

we’re speeding on the road
on our way to Ed’s
the old man reeked of moonshine, and safely in the land of nod
nodding and mumbling, red means dead, red means dead

i was speaking to this babe from the choir
it was midnight and we were at the bar
i misquoted a line from the gospel and she called me a liar
but she helped me fill the vacancy in my car

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