1 2 3 Special fucker

someitmes on a special
navy moon glowing night, I sit
and I am driving along lakeside
highways, happy and still drunk

Vonnegut letters stacked tall, real high
the fires burn hard and they eat,
spare our songs, but feed the kids…
no one knows where they are

and back to my cigarette…
their fate is not mine, I am not theirs
or yours or ours nor mine or us
We all face it all, apart!

until I need you, and she he
We all face it together!
offering directions
and accepting grace for this, our lives


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