to howl at the moon
to howl at the moon
is just what this night calls for
with blue moon fever
to howl at the moon
is just what this night calls for
with blue moon fever
basking in the night
grace of a cloud covered moon
slowly slips away
feel the humid air
sitting in a warm bart seat
just a little gross
with the evening breeze
the taste of a lightweight blond
sun gives way to night
When the prose will flow
You must flow as the prose do
Sunday afternoon
an epiphany
a deep dark pit of dispair
entering once more
fresh squeezed orange juice
a simple morning delight
double shot chaser
waiting for costco
buy all the things we don't have
just a little more
early bird and worm
the rush and arrive too soon
a quiet morning
the day starts out dark
with some stumbling around
watching the sunrise