Moon

Moon chewed on sandalwood paste, dry.
Nerves itched on the creep that patted the thigh.
Come hither, come see, zero fee, zero fee.

She stared through the corner of her sight;
Halo almighty, she muttered under her mocking breath,
Spit on the speck that flew the nest.
Vodka dry, vodka dry, the bastard snatched her bottle with haste.

My nightmare yet again, paled me the other night,
Moon had shared with the man who could be Knight.
He rolled his eyes and threw up his arms.
Only if I had a sword! O why didn't you slay!
I had taught you the tricks, my way!

Do this, do that.

Shut the fuck up, she screamed inside.
This, the ultimate graveyard,
Could finally be free of the steady stream of visitors whims.