Stars
by Rawclyde!
Everyday after dinner
I wait for day
To go away
I can hardly wait
To dwell with the stars
& my heart’s guitars
Twanging for her
As I lay on the ground
Blanket thrown down
Is it really
To no avail
To once more set sail
To be
At her tattoo side
To get balled-out as “Creepy Clyde”?
In the starry trembling-train night
Ahh, the mighty dreams
Ohhh, the flighty schemes…
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