Shakespeare’s Moon
Hubris eats me alive But only in the sunken stranger’s greenish eye Heaven truly knows thou art false as hell Shakespeare’s moon is my moon
February 27, 2021
Hubris eats me alive But only in the sunken stranger’s greenish eye Heaven truly knows thou art false as hell Shakespeare’s moon is my moon
Underneath my weathered trench I get this vibe That together We get away with things Right hand grabs your wallet To search for money That
She’s a public vegetarian With a Camus book and a nudie pen On a Greyhound That is fun to watch But clearly labeled nowhere You
Holding 34 to 3 With confidence bar mystery Please take this gift into your hands And spread it over sacred lands No formal ties To
Have we ever lived at all? Very nice I just can’t say the words That push against my teeth and plague But I know and
What more can I say than I’m sorry You’d probably want less for me to lie Can you tell me if there’s something more than
The mountains where we live sport such steep sides The river in the valley deep they’ve let it run bone-dry Who has let this come
Why do I feel So unwelcome here I called your house for your new number They wouldn’t give it to me Was it something I
Where do you go when the sun goes away And where do you hide from the rain? What kind of games do you play with
Why marry a poor girl When you can marry rich But dad: I love a poor girl Oh When the lions and the winos sleep