Moonbeams, sitting here alone at night,
just the cats watching me all night long,
smoke gone out the window, rain
came down slow and long, naked
and empty is the sun
in the window in my eyes, tomorrow.
Insects, cars, are startling me waking up,
we don't seem to stop eating.
Does me mean anything?
If i can't stop and start,
do i go? here or there,
you tell me, a little bit
of paradise, my own little slice of heaven,
an exclusive, all-expenses-paid
vacation in the making.
Aching and grazing,
that's what i heard lately, into,
up above, just here, just there,
just leave it anywhere.
I don't care. I can't seem. The earth
makes me and I make you.
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