Teasing the Morning Moon By Chloe Rae

Counting frog’s tails while you dream of them swing
High above the heads of the frightened
For them its hell and me I’m laughing up feelings which I thought id lost

Will the willingness of anticipation still exist after the toxic waste leaves?

Breathing the air which floats along the dirty drain
Breathing the air which floats around my dirty mind

Call me when you need someone there to ring the alarm
I’m the trouble maker but at least you’d know I would be home for dinner

Counting frog’s tails while you dream of them swing
High above the heads of the frightened
For them its hell and me I’m laughing up feelings which I thought id lost

Lines of the lighting around the window edge
Flicker
The lights change colour
Phone me up before the bill is never paid
I’ve seen the envelopes
Slept through the no return address
I’d wait up late at night till my pupils go big
I’d wait until I see my Morning Moon

Id laugh you’d cry
Were playing gracefully in the mid day madness
Id laugh you’d cry
Were playing gracefully among the unhopeful
Id become the classic thought
While you’re sitting waiting for your Morning Moon