grandeur in the berth
i'll miss you, i'll miss you,
but i won't be home by christmas.
i think i'll lose my letters one by one,
break out of my skull,
spill red from my jaw into the hands
of someone with kind eyes.
i'm tired of being the bad guy!
please let me leave golden this time,
let me bow head to wooden floor
in an ending worth more
than spare change. ah,
i'd forgotten the sound of applause!
that's it, that's my cue—
underline my name, break
champagne on my hull, stand aside
as i paint white herringbone
into the horizon. in a flight of fantasy,
i’m as good as they come.