The blinking neon sign
In the world outside
Is an understated sigh
And it peels my eyes.
I’ll have one more glass of wine
In a whole lifetime
And the guillotine will glide
My way tonight.
I’ll be honest I feel over rated,
This I promised not exonerated.
Halley’s Comet, come uncomplicated.
Panic; Vomit; missing signals.
To the Middle of the night
Goes the old march fly.
No more waving, no goodbyes,
No grace alight.
I have one more chance to fire
Arrows into the sky
Once they land I’ll leave and I
Will be alright.
I’ll be houses, I’ll be picket fences,
I’ll be wine and I’ll be degustation.
I’ll be finance, I’ll be commonplace and
I’ll be honest, I feel over rated.
Halley’s Comet finds me bloated after
Fifty phony mortgage loan repayments.
I’ll be over, I feel closer now to
Loosing moorings and to leaving.