Drunk
Is All We Are
The Early Hours Afterparty
Fingers Pick Strings Between Smoke
An Older Hand Stops The Other From Clapping
Over One Of The Girls Who Sang Of A Divided Land
Till Sunlight Forces Most To Bed
And Others To Their Cars And Backseats To Relive
What Just Happened As Desperate Fucks
Were Said To Be Nearer Than He Thinks
And Ever So Close For One Of Our Lads Got A Girl
With Mixed Standards And Drinks
And Then The Tape Was Flipped As The Flooded Fields
Turn To Lakes That Came To Meet The Road
But Could Only Scrape The Edge Of The Ditch
While We Swigging The Sea Foam From The Cans' End
The Driver Says It Can Be A Lovely Or Lonely Time To Drive
I Can't Remember Which
Some Sleepy Bats And Hares Cross Tyre Paths
And Then A Checkpoint Crowds The Horizon
Unlike Those Drunken Sleep Caked Stars
Who Are Rested As The Moon
Is Lost In The Morning
Clouds
CK
No comments:
Post a Comment