Lullaby
Old cowboy souls
hear the trains whistle
in the green glow of night.
Your restless body twisting next to mine
The fan hums
on otherwise quiet sheets.
I wake you
with swollen eyes
to wrap your fingers
about my neck
strum me towards slumber and
make my mind wander through those delta slow waves.
Be my sandman.
Let the plip plop of our dream machinery beat in time.
Messy Holmes
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