Fuzzy tones and crickets chirping,
moths gravitate to the light bulb
Bones are crackling like a campfire
I'm alone with my desires
Black dog he's all give out,
man it was a hot one today
I'm kicking back with reflection
on what's transpired
From one moment to the next
it's all of little consequence
to guests of a party
thrown for someone. No one
really knows what it's about
Me, myself and I had it out
over a drunk bottle of wine
and a two dollar bill
It's hard to hear yourself
thinking about much at all
over the snoring ruckus
of the sleeping dog
The music of mellow tones.
is admittedly intoxicating
The silence of ringing phones
it put me to sleep
MM 1998
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