Where the sun is down
And the moon is pretty,
Out of town,
Away from the city,
The inside of your mouth tasted like milk,
And all of your skin felt of softest silk,
It wrapped around every bone in your body,
It said leave me alone everybody,
You circle around my soul,
A dead goldfish in a grimy bowl;
So after you blow out all of your candles,
Finished your drink
And slip off your sandals,
What do you think?
Won't you shut off your alarm-clock,
Won't you come see me,
You've got the impenetrable lock,
I have in my pocket, the skeleton key.


-Jamie F. Nugent