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
Apr 25, 2011
Apr 25, 2011 at 6:36 AM UTC
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
sorta an ode to Jack Kerouac...
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