The Carcasses Of Inspiration

 

The carcasses of inspiration
Wine glasses with Burgundy residue
Speaking to late nights & early mornings
Scribbles in the margin on the follow through
Feeling parched as I wake
Noticing your lipstick stains
Upon the rim of the glass
Reminding me of the dreams that remain
Bleary eyed, drinking the coffee grounds
Searching for a fate within the dregs
Fumbling over these typewriter keys
Lightheaded when I see your naked legs
Your smile is a distraction
But you pop a button & then one more
I’m at your complete mercy
Once the nightgown hits the floor

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It’s Been A Long Night

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It’s been a long night
My soul is now creaking
Make me feel good (handsome)
A soft bed is all I’m seeking

My head hurts from fatigue
Your sweetness now applies
Lay me down to slumber
With mercy in your eyes

The Waves Don’t Mean So Much

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The waves don’t mean so much
Floating empty; upon this rusty ride
Sunset to sunrise & I’m all alone
At the mercy of the wayward tide

Tired of the Asses & Elephants?

Tired of the Asses & Elephants?

We’re going to storm the gates

No longer to ruin this great land

Taking back society & eliminate hate

We’re going to run them out of town

Never distracted by the suits so debonair

They’ll plead & beg for mercy & our votes

That’s when we have Washington in our crosshairs

Robert Hunter

“…mercy’s a business, I wish it for you
More than just ashes when your dreams come true…”

-Fire On The Mountain- Grateful Dead, words by Robert Hunter