I’ll give a knowing nod
To the brother on the iPod
“I rub my wounds with alcohol”
I love the sound of fuck all
I feel everything but small
enraptured under big moony skies
Where prayers stand a chance,
Where joy awakens eyes,
Guts are calm, for hearts beating restless,
& There’s a man and moon romance.
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