Night TIME Day TIME

Night time

Brain in the icebox

Muscles flexed like harp strings

And only the stars can save me tonight

Night time

Heart in the Eubank

Blood waiting in the teas maid

And the kids are asleep but aware

Night time

Soul in the post box

Bones employed in a three-piece-suite

Cupped hands used as ashtrays

And the sky fell asleep with the day moon

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