Ismael Garay A JUNKIE'S SONG The sweet sounds of the sea comfort the undreamt and fading moon. Come rest your head against my shoulder, nights reside in my sleepy eyes. —Wake up lazy junkie Midnight fool, before the crowing of the crazy rooster— Poets need pens, their poems need blood and roosters need the madness of the sun. The dark sun bleeds with light calling out my druggie name— Guitar strings dance across the sky, dead birds awake without song. Crowned with the thorns of another day I fall off the bed into another empty morning— martyred in heartache, my eyes are heavy with the sleep of death. OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD help me bleed OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD make me scream Don’t let me fall asleep Oh please don’t let me dream. I’m a cold moon junkie and you’re my sunset freak, So come my sweet and sexy thing come under my poetic wings. —Wake up lazy junkie Midnight fool, before the crowing of the crazy rooster— Rock my lonely soul, honey fire me up howl like death at every passerby and don’t forget to cry for me kiss me ‘til my lips weep rock me ‘til my soul bleeds. C’mon little kitten swing with me honey howl like roosters at the madness of the sun— Then come dance a gypsy cumbia under a sea of bright flirtatious stars and rivers of cold moonlight