there's a full moon taking up the sky and a red eye flight that won't collide with the clouds that roll and pirouette even though they are aligned with it
oh the air smells like a cheap bouquet in the night, with hints of ocean's grey and the chill behind my ears do say this september's near the end
minimum wage took my baby far away
see a jug of milk, a dozen eggs laid lovingly in a paper nest by a wood bee mum in a blue bonnet now they all will read like epithets
minimum wage took my baby far away took my baby far away
don't feel a thing in the back of her car you little child don't you know where you are? counting the voids where there should have been stars
so the rain makes small puddles of feet three sheets to the wind indiscrete and the moon, that moon, that goddamn moon! still taking up room in the sky