12:25AM, dark, still
at once gentle rumble of the freight train
passes through my village each eve
three horn blasts startle me
as my eyes droop, book in hand
my clue to sip some brandy
view the antique ticking clock
turn the loose switch on my favorite lamp
smooth my silk coverlet
puff my down pillow
ease my drowsy head
muse about my sailor boy
in a distant place
until slumber shrouds me
in perfect bliss

Count coup
that's what the Apache do
meanwhile
I'm counting Cadbury's buttons.

I am also counting on this ending soon
which is like counting how many buttons
make up Button Moon.

My sanity is holding onto my quiff
held by the wind on the edge
of this cliff,

Killing time doesn't make me a murderer
but the judge gave me twenty-five years,
time to take stock when I get over the shock
fifty two buttons in a pack not counting the
ones that I ate.

My eyes has been
wide open all night
like a corpse’s eyes

Would you come and
gently close them for
me so I can finally sleep?

I'm the warm cup of coffee
he drinks every morning,
but today he's forgotten me

I've been waiting for his
mouth to swallow me all day,
and I'm losing my warmth with
each time he forgets to drink me

After months,
his tongue longed for my sweet taste,
but now I'm cold, bitter, and sour