the tragically tipsy
It was Sideways on the couch
It was Saturday
It was New Orleans
took all our smiles
and my memory was beat
Someone jacked an amp up
and everything got worse
She used to wear the
things in season
I took two Vicodin and kicked the door in
I could sleep there
on a broken shoulder
the rationale was
how off season I was
then
the dry river-bed
waited for a let-down
in the reservoir
and the dam
up-stream
waiting for the rain
to pour
another year