Hangover Morning

Hangover morning is Hangover afternoon

And if you think it'a a reason Remarkable coincidence And O how I long for something beautiful And now for a sort of homecoming It's been too long balled up fists Been too little loving Too much clenched jaws When all I really want Is the moonlight sonata

Backyard weed garden and cigarette butts Like careless ellipses on unfinished thoughts Lifetimes made from this food Recidivist I, Brood I

And O how I long for a moment Not falling down

It's enough is it's enough

Fervent and unholy, zealous and strange Pages turn toxic tides On ageless Latin battlefields And ooch, a bit tender there