Bayou MoonA Poem by CrowleyYeah another poem about the moon...ehhhThe moon smiled and told me that my hair looked swell And I followed her to the top of that hill The one where Rosemary lost her cherry, screaming Henry The one where Jo Boy pulled the trigger, spreading himself thinner Its voodoo child You better get on home
before Marie rips your eyeballs out That bridge was made for
jumping That moon, she'll f**k
your head Laugh at you through the
bubbles sure You best stay in tonight At the top of the hill, that moon put on her mask, lord
have mercy And asked if I loved her as much as Henry said Henry was a no good cheat of a man, I'd kill him if I could But I blushed and gave her flowers and glimpsed her cleavage Its voodoo child That spot just above her
legs is angry Bury you faster than
Typhoid Mary That moon, she'll f**k
your head Laugh at you through the
flames burnin' You best stay in tonight Have you ever made love to the moon, forgot your name Sweet whiskey dreams and the pungent smell of love on leather She'll give you things that will make you forget sweet sunshine Give it up for another taste of her wine, brush of her thigh Its Voodoo child You made your bed boy She'll cut your throat
fine That moon she'll f**k
your head Laugh at you through your
broken dreams You should have stayed in © 2018 CrowleyAuthor's Note
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7 Reviews Added on May 29, 2018 Last Updated on May 31, 2018 AuthorCrowleyPhoenix, AZAboutLike to hang out with other writers and see what's what. Have met a lot of good people on this and other sites through the years. Decided to come back and do a little posting and reading. Hit me up i.. more..Writing
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