somehow got through another day
although you feel like hell but oh well
survived this bloody war
idiots running loose
idiots like you
useless and scared to be used
weak and tired, full of dying fires
wandering around in shopping malls
and empty hotels
on the lowdown sides of highways
with cheap wine and old movies
you buy a twix from the machine
go outside to smoke an imaginary cigarette
you think about a thought you never had before
go into a phone booth
it’s 2am and you feel like howling
so you grab a taxi and go somewhere
a sign flashes saying “the afterlife”
maybe you’ll meet some honky tonk doll
and drag her carcass across the desert
shooting blanks into the endless night
all the cameramen have gone home
you got your awards so long ago
now there’s nothing left
but your silver dollar
you close one eye
a prophecy revealed
accidental moon.