Can't Stop

Was on the porch and started thinking
about confessions. Not a catholic. Not anything.
Why confess anything? Why think? How to stop?
Don't want to stop.

Lucinda came to mind. This song came to mind.

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Blue

Go find a jukebox
and see what a quarter will do
I don't wanna talk
I just wanna go back to blue
Feed's me when I'm hungry
and quenches my thirst
Loves me when I'm lonely
and thinks of me first

Blue is the color of night
When the red sun
Disappears from the sky
Raven feathers
shiny and black
A touch of blue
glistening down her back

We don't talk about heaven
and we don't talk about hell
We come to depend on one another
so damn well
So go to confession
whatever gets you through
You can count your blessings
I'll just count on blue

Blue is the color of night
When the red sun
Disappears from the sky
Raven feathers
shiny and black
A touch of blue glistening down her back
Blue