Night into Day

Night into day –
change with Elvis’ face on the moon
and sourberries of confusion
sweeten your deal
between me and the real kind

Dowry of a six-pack
smile and drown
pulling that last drag
relaying the baton
of fate and I drop it.

The last of the restless
wake now from the fetters
youth drowns away
and your mind coalesces
into the wake of your paper trail

We sit and brawl
and the drollness of mundanity
streaks from our eyes
and burns a trail
on the way to freedom.