Maybe it’s that cheap wine too.
The big glowing circle
Makes me dizzy.
I wallow like a hog
In mud, my friends howl
Like dogs in songs,
We pissed in the ponds,
Pricked our skin on cactus spines,
Rolled down dusty hills,
Busted our faces on cold rocks,
Pierced our hands on sharp fences,
And fought the darkness ahead.
We made up constellations,
Stole light from the stars,
Took bites of the planets,
And spit them out like seeds.