THE MOON AND THE NIGHT
My dead friend's ashes on my sleeve
the wild ocean playful
like fire kissing gasoline
you'd never seen black sand Angie
or the stars
naked and proud
like you in Palm Springs
when we fucked until the night grew weak
I forget the last names of my problems
when I'm with you
but here
amongst the bones and driftwood
I remember Todd
all the missed calls and flights
better on a next time
that never paid out
I don't wanna treat my days like money no more
by the time my friends
throw my ashes
I want to have known you
Angie
like the moon does the night.
