Boom

I’m sleepy – Boom! That’s the sound of my head crashing down. It’s creepy, all alone in this godawful town. I’m wondering if the sun is coming up or going down. I’m under the impression it don’t know it’s way around.

Maybe it’s late. Wouldn’t that be great. The stars on my ceiling are glistening.

I dreamed I was on a plane – center seat, center row, center aisle. Surrounded by Jesus freaks smiling impatiently. They told me if I followed they’d lead me up beyond the stars. I told them I was too tired – too tired to go that far.

Maybe it’s late. Wouldn’t that be great. The stars on my ceiling are glistening.

I woke up on a sofa, stretched out on the floor. Whatever, wherever – all’s I remember is being shown the door. I wandered down a darkened street looking for a light. Gotta quit this coma soon, but, baby, not tonight.

Maybe it’s late. Wouldn’t that be great. The stars on my ceiling are glistening.

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