Had a dream last night
about losing a front tooth
and things just falling
into place.
Maybe it was really about
the movie with darkness
and motorcycles, which could
really be a few movies or more,
or maybe it was about sailing.
Four nights ago
I was stepping bounds
and stopped to help
write a song (take a
sip of wine) and even
took a sip and it
reminded me of the night
seven nights ago:
at home, damn we sang
fuckin damn.
Then two nights ago...
Fuckin hell
we say. It's what I've been saying.
Just don't call me the dog.
