Author: SixHitsofSunshine PM
PoemRated: Fiction K - English - Words: 67 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 05-21-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2809294
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While the bloody moon was burning
she looked like something from the bottom
of the sea: all eyes and alien incantations,
speaking in tongues.
We talked about being pilgrims
and we talked about taxes and
the rising cost of funerals.
And on nights when
I'm too drunk to dream
and ghosts rise from the
grass I'll just hope I never
have to worry about it.