I am standing here crying under the full moon. Every night seems a little longer than the last. And
you, you’re off fucking somebody else. We dragged it out under a cold bridge in winter. Train tracks
of misery…….just roll on by
You looked so foxy in that fake fur coat
and you wrote me long mystical letters of love
You told me of your visions, and that husband of yours
who beat you bad and stuck a gun in your mouth
and you wanted all of me even my friends.
Every waking moment I was yours
then I fled to the mountains, a storm brewing, and the man on the hill
got pissed on altar wine again, you screaming at me I screaming at you.
Wind blowing blues.
Nights blackest night.
And not long after…fuck not long after I heard you were screwing another man.
I’m punching these keys, and my angers on the rise
Dylan’s on the wail
I don’t need no prayers
I don’t need no meditation
I don’t need no spiritual confirmation
All I need is to kiss your sweet sunflower and drink that honey from your well.
from ‘Drinking wine under the moon’ published by Ten pages press 2011.