Our Lady of Perpetual Astonishment

No more deep gulping yawns: autumn air has a bite. That moon’s called a Harvest cuz it works through the night. Going slow is the fastest way to lose balance. You’ve gotta move quick, quit wasting your talents. They notice and wonder and participate. They slump in all high, they’re showing up late. He used the n-word again and didn’t like what came next. We’re not gonna win but we’re giving our best. It’s one old flame that soothes and another that burns. You’re choosing to lose cuz you just want a turn. At sunrise each morning you’ll try, try again. If you’re running it’s into the arms of a friend.