The pull of the full moon
is making me sick
and I am pretty sure you are a dick.
Just guessing from the subtle distain
that gums at the corner of your mouth.

But here we are
together, as if stranded on an island,
with reluctant intimacy.
I want to run away, make out and say something rude
about your shoes
all in one terrible minute.


see:

The Sun Shines Down on Me - Daniel Johnston
Fare you Well, My Darling - Elizabeth Cotton
I'm Not Gonna Bleed Here for Your Mercy Any Longer - Happy Jawbone Family