I sat – mundane
Sipped my coffee – drank the Irish down
Slipped into a pleasant high
Directions lost – wandering aimlessly

He lost her – on the neigh down
The mountains and the valley – weren’t for her
Steer clear of the ponies
Lost in the valley below – stabbed

Now – accused of a murder he didn’t know
Ran and hid – drunk, perpetually now
A murder on the run – read the poster
An innocent made a victim, sad

I sat – mundane
Sipped my coffee – drank the Irish down
Slipped into a pleasant high
Directions lost – wandering aimlessly

The direction led – somewhere finally
Before – wrote a letter
Then he walked and walked and walked – dazed and drunk
The child jumped to his Lazarus pit

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