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…