Eric Reitz

i rode down 12
with a smoke taped tight
to the back of my lips
said june
the market plots
and hotel lots
reach hots by
golden noon
with turkish wings
i found my way
on roads carved
by the sea
i took a sip
her cold wet grip
i was wasted with the breeze

oh, why you get so mad at night?
you know, chasing fame don’t make it right
i fight, the feelings that turn love to flight
i cut, the life i had it wore too tight

and the boats they sail to mainland
they’re lost in thoughts of hurricanes

sweet virginia dare
you laid your stare
on the bridges
naked hips
then dug your hands
in the weathered sands
just begging for your tips

food to mouth
i drink to pout
my milk-laced
irish stout
its a jolly ride
my time i bide
and pray my
fears wears out

oh, why you get so mad at night?
you know, chasing fame don’t make it right
i fight, the feelings that turn love to flight
i cut, the life i had it wore too tight

and the boats they sail to mainland
they’re lost in thoughts of hurricanes

with aces paired
i combed my hair
and gently to the road
but she don't likethe songs i write
so the love with her i sold

oh, why you get so mad at night?
you know, chasing fame don’t make it right
i fight, the feelings that turn love to flight
i cut, the life i had it wore too tight

and the boats they sail to mainland
they’re lost in thoughts of hurricanes