Neil and I

Sat beside

Great old crone Ganges

Flotsam like cars on a midnight high

Passed us by

And left me there

It was high tide

The water rose

A dirty gray metallic smoke

On my mind

On the river

Good times

Are a fever

That there on the iron cold jetty

December evening I sat there

The moon hung over my motherboard city

Glowing but not the brightest

You're somewhere

It's cold out here

Cold out there too, I suppose

Only fools alive

Only fools awake

Neons lead moths astray

A dirty gray metallic smoke

On my mind

On the river

The river dark and deep

My soul has grown shallow