Midnight

The hour of darkness

The hour of fistfights

Under the arches

We wait for daybreak

Eat knuckle sandwich

Lament for those who

Fight with language

Praying

Is to the faithful

What wishing

Is to the faithless

What drinking

Is to the shitfaced

And I'm shitfaced

Every day now

Someday

He'll drive a tractor

He is no farmer

It is not natural

It is attractive

But too many factors

Conspire against the

Pipe dream of tractors

Midnight

Out in the moonlight

Sometimes it feels right

Sometimes it feels right