Three In The Afternoon

Wanderlust dusting over

   Shadowed afternoons,

   Wined musicians walking

   Down avenues dusted in moons.

Stars of ancient alien

   Cosmonauts living loving

   Fucking fighting flying over

   The atmosphere seeing

Lifetimes passing down

   Moon dusted caravans

   Caked in vomit and hope,

   Whilst wined musicians

Stroll down dusty boulevards,

   Wind blowing like sin,

   Looking for musical shards

   That one perfect melody to take

Them well into heaven and return

   Them unscathed unshaved

   Uninhibited and learn

   The music of ancient dusted moons.

Learn the perfect melody

   Whilst living an unperfect life
Loving unperfect personality;

   Loving the unperfect personality.