Conscience Clean

There was a night, went a year too long
Heady bliss and suicidal calls from dusk to dawn
There was a choice never fully made
So the consequences euthanized the escapade
I’m not innocent
In my defense, I was half my customary forty-eight percent
She’s not innocent
Tongue in her cheek, she said
«Soldier boy, I kept my conscience clean»
We split up time and time again
So I threw a dart at Europe, she hit Michigan
I got on a ship full of stolen wind
And let a trail of block boats mark the path to God-knows-when
I’m not innocent
In my defense, I was kinder to her than I think I’d ever been
She’s not innocent
Tongue in her cheek, she said
«Soldier boy, I kept my conscience clean»
So I went to Spain, or mildly insane
Epinephrine April showers
Vino tinto blossoms through the month of May