Sand Man
On the edge of the beach
sat a man in the sand
he was drunk and alone
as he stared at his hands
the sand slipped away
falling down to his pants
as the moon tilted downward
and asked him to dance
And when he accepted
she whisked him away
to the cavern of dreams
there below Buzzard's Bay
he embraced the cold waves
and he floated away
rolling over and over
straight down to the grey
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