Graveyard Love

In the night the moonlight beams

Like an art fiend who loves cherries

I breathe in the icy April coldness

Released a stream of catarrh

Felt nostalgia

Looking back at old pictures

Tectonic plates clashed

Like waves by the seaside, I bend

I bend like polythene

In the night the moonlight beams

I am friable like a sandcastle

I could fall apart at any moment

With each move I make

I wonder

The gloom is getting bigger

It's po-faced and hateful

It must be some kind of sick joke

Someone spilled the oils

I'm left with the yoke, of course

The grouse is incidental

In the eyes of the chameleon

I am old enough to do what I want

Watching porn and smoking blunts

In my nook, I can't forget

Can't forget my grass roots

Like I can't forget what I've been through

Like I can't forget the milk teeth

Each day I pause, I stop and reflect

Then in the night the moonlight beams

In the night the moonlight beams

The moonlight beams

In the night.