Luna

All these chariots where the horses lay dead 
Mm and a fist where $30 should have been. 
I was waiting for
Something to hold.
Thought I heard a bird call.

The regional decade
The lilies grow like weeds here
But I love it when you make the bed, 
The way you come out from underneath.

We got food for life
We got trail of slug
Hot sand to soothe my cold feet
Your grandma had such young teeth.

Wait, no
Cross over him again 
Or he might never grow.

Devil sits in the window,
Water smacks on the floor below.
I wish that he would call me over
To feel the weight down at the end of his bed.