Full Moon Rising.

It’s Who you know.




~By the usual suspect.



I’m dropping names


Watchin’ as they hit the floor


Egg yolk yellow


Shells on the half shell


Cracked, brittle and emancipated





I’m dropping names


On the wall


Waiting for the echo


Tell me I’m somebody now


The door man’s nod---Jaded, seen it all

 

I’m dropping names


Like morgue parts


Remembering what they used to look like


Before they landed on a quilt panel


Sirens in a meat rack---Like a half washed photograph



I’m not sure about your partner


I’m not sure about his name


I’m not sure I’ve ever seen him


But if I had, he’d look the same



I’m dropping names from a canyon


Rapids and whitewater below


I’m dropping names from a side car


Letting the wind take ‘em home


I’m dropping names from a Eulogy


Remembering a wedding vow


I’m dropping names from a memory


I’m not remembering last call


I’m dropping names cus I have to


Cus it’s too damn late to stop now.