Green Bad Dream

I couldn’t sleep

Something wasn’t right

Got out of bed

And walked the night

Walked down the street

And out of town

To a bar

No one had found

Maybe an ounce?

To help pronounce

Maybe a cup?

To shut my head up

Maybe a quart?

I have no retort

Maybe a pint?

Just to see what I’d find

Brushed my eyes

And wandered in

“What’ll ya have?”

He said with a grin

Make me forget

What haunts within

“I have just the thing

The Forgiving Sin.”

“Quite a rush

With no hangover

Enjoy your night

May it never be over.”

Never heard of it

But took the drink

Warmed the soul

And made me think

Maybe an ounce?

To help pronounce

Maybe a cup?

To shut my head up

Maybe a quart?

I could use the support

Maybe a pint?

Just to clear my mind

Around that time

I did see

A beautiful soul

That wasn’t free

Tied to the liquid

Outwardly in glee

While her green eyes

Told her soul’s sorry plea.

She spouted off “wisdom”

So drunk in the bar

Like: “I drink

Therefore I are.”

And: “Which one of you drunks

Has the cars to my key?”

One more drink

And then I’ll leave

Maybe an ounce?

She did announce

Maybe a cup?

She wouldn’t shut up.

Maybe a quart?

She could use the support.

Maybe a pint?

Just to see what she’d find.

Finished my drink

Got up to leave

Paid my tab

And couldn’t believe

Her in the corner

Starting to heave

The liquid did

To her, deceive

I walked to bed

Along the street

Couldn’t wait

To rest my feet

Along the way

I did see

Green eyes speeding

Right past me

Maybe an ounce?

I didn’t count

Maybe a cup?

She should have stopped

Maybe a quart?

She was nothing short

Maybe a pint?

Of being out of her mind

I walked on

In a daze

Quite enjoying

My drunken haze

Until I stopped

With unbelieving gaze

To see again

Green eye’s face

The problem was

She didn’t see me

And it really didn’t

Have to be

I don’t know what

She’d have said to me

Her car now wrapped

Around that tree

Maybe an ounce?

I didn’t even try

Maybe a cup?

To see if she was all right

Maybe a quart?

I didn’t even try

Maybe a pint?

To save her life

I kept on walking

Back to my bed

Green eyes on me

And in my head

I could sleep

It wasn’t me

For I was safely

In a dream

And I awoke

To tell this tale

With terror sweat

And skin so pale

About the girl

Who tried too hard

To find in life

Her destined part

Maybe an ounce?

To help me sleep for once

Maybe a cup?

To shut my head up

Maybe a quart?

She could use the support

Maybe a pint?

So I can save her life