You cant’ get away with murder

Tie your laces with the strings from my lonely heart

While the river rushes in, washing over our

Thursday Thoughts. When the skull hits the nail,

You know she will have brown eyes. Sweep up

The webs and the tears for your Mama will be

Here. Before we know it the moon  will tell time

And the sun will sing songs. When there is nothing

Else to do, just remember how to dance.