Island

Lord it was dark up yonder
Like it was night in the afternoon

Death had a smell to him
Like he had Wildroot hair oil on his head
When I was a child I slept
In a dark room
I was fond of sleeping
I didn't have worms the secret of the somnambulist

We all did we all were

Me and 0. Z. walked everywhere We had a seine a
compass
Lighting out after death
The things we had we kept to lose
We didn't need jump cables for love

Death was like a man in a bow tie
Looking for a hubcap
We had spy glasses we all figured death ran a hotel
That was because he had keys you could send back
And many pillows
Whoa back boys oh goddamn

© Ginny Stanford