Midnight and moonlight is the worst time for me.
That is when a silvery glow reveals the shadows where you used to be
I’m gonna shot the moon
The moon is shining down and mocking me
It’s got it coming for reminding me
I am gonna shoot the moon
for making me feel the loss
The moon has to pay
It’s got it coming.
There you lay the least of me,
a record of my recent history
embers of my former gluttony
glistening in your birth estuary
waiting for your trip out to sea.
Farewell, good bye, make haste.
I am glad to be parted from you at last.
Your face reminds me of boys I used to kiss with rosebud lips
Of youthful light and the smell of clean hair.
Now all dreams and memories
faint laughter and your face.