Skeeta

If i asked for some wine, to shame this dull life, don't ask the reasons why, your consoling pain, a greater hurt than mine, falls on me like rain, abroad the roaring lines, can ask what they like, but you tell me lies, i dance my evasions, whisper to the night, between you and your claims, the peace of moonlight, burns on my fire, it doesn't feel right, instead of killed time, i crave some delight, thirty years of being kind, gone on the tide. birds thrum their tune, crickets sing to the half light, salt rims the dunes, you moan the toils of Rome, scientists of a global nigh, your mother prays to atone, she explores an open wound, smoking her Camel Lites, just to worry you, kids on yellow block reel regular as the five and dime, she pulls at my traces, the world isn't blue, guilt is washed away, she knows what she's doing, the moon is her nosegay it haunts her face, shudder with each wine, think of the next engagement, in the evening gloom, other shipwreck signs, of someone else's purlieu, learn to dance don't get blue, ignore those cool untruths, give me just one more time. what comes to meet you, the decks that grace her due, each sea green evening, she dances on Hawaii, thats what she'd like to do