Night Cap

This ashtray is all astray
I am gone with your lack of dignity…
These stepping stones seem too rough
I am fleeting fast
My killer instants tell me no
Yet forbidden is yet to repair
I want… I want.. and I want…..
I will kneel to the knee
And promise a million words
Where is my heart?
Where have I gone and what have I become?
Distrangia… not a word… it is nonsense.
We are all strange..
Shall be gay and dance in the moonlight
the sun is unforgiving
my muse... my muse......


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