they say if you see the clock
all ones and nothing but you�ve got luck
can�t watch it
just have to glance and see that magic hour
your chance for a wish every day

today the wish finally changed
from something tangible
like socially prescribed beauty
or a man to fuck me whenever it�s needed
to the will to simply be
copacetic, content even,
though satisfactory would be fine

and through the veil
of whiskey I see
grey ball of dust and dirt
like the one who haunted Nell
and I wonder
could it be
could she be
could I be
made of dead children and dead dreams