i was probably stoned
roasting marshmallows in memory
of doc halliday's whispered
sonnets to a stolen
sunset but i can
tell ya one thing
those fucking bats weren't
all in your head
ole' doc sawum' too
throwing guano at his
shadow's back at the
o.k. corral "them be
fightin' words" i heard
you sing lovesongs to
hell's angels every time
a bell rang the
voices in your head
sang showtunes in the
spirit of a mescalin
inspired
lullaby