Three AM
Stumble in long after closing time
I hung my coat on a drunken octopus looking for a fight

There are tornadoes in the valley of sleep
Whirlwind torpedoes exploding in crystal brilliance
The waking hour is almost at dawn

Someday
I will go to Budapest
And pester Buddha

It's true
That when the lions eat the giraffe
The hyenas laugh

I catch myself yelling
Don’t do it
At the royal wedding