7:38 PM >> On and on from another nod...

Got pork chops and diamond rings
And other things to tempt sainthood
They don't come 'round often, every fifty years or so
Then it's time to dust off the pit and pop-a-top

On the dried out side of night
In dreams baked in mind by the sun
And not stirred by ol' lullaby moon
Sweat, like truth, soils the sheets

To early for "g'nights"
And now day's too long gone to greet a waking ghost
So all's left to do is wander
Walk in shadows 'till the night falls

Cast whispers aside
Shut out the clanging echoes still lingering in your head
Find a padded cell for the screams
And lock away the key, lock away the key