You are a sprawling backyard
and I am a toddler
and I just learned how to run

You are a four inch thick piece of plexiglass
and I am a wild animal trapped behind you.

You are a seventeenth century novel
and I am not making sense.

crank up the old vitrola
and play me something ancient
let the static sing
us to sleep
let patti smith
**** us slowly with her blues

crank up the old vitrola
we can cram love poems
into empty wine jugs
and roll them down the street

crank up the old vitrola
as all hope dies and
the chorus repeats

crank up the old vitrola
i've got time to ****
and a lover to love

crank up the old vitrola
we've got nine more bottles
to drink
before sunrise
nine more poems
to write
before we close our eyes

do you remember that night in early fall
almost two years ago now
that you asked me to meet you
in our secret spot
that everyone knows about
but doesn't use anymore?

down the snaking dirt road
right passed the broken and twisted wooden fence
you know the one i'm talking about
and we sat underneath that big oak tree
and dreamed?

i remember losing you that night
you ran away into the dark
and i couldn't see a ******* thing
but i eventually stepped on your light blue blouse
and i thought "oh, ****, the dogs have gotten her"
even though i didn't hear any barking
no sound at all

and then you came to me
all of the sudden
running, prancing
glowing, naked, shining, smiling beneath silver moonlight
and we kissed
and ******
and i held you
and you really touched me
right there on that sandy mattress
under the stars
in the middle of that snaking dirt road?

well if you do remember,
and are feeling lonely,
or just bored
and drunk
as i am now,
feel free to come and join me
and the night
because here i sit
and i found your light blue blouse
in the middle of this snaking dirt road.

I'm so glad
that no one cares about
Me
or what I write
or what I do
or who I am
or what I think I am
Because if someone
Did
I might be forced
to care a little about
Someone else  
which is terribly inconvenient for
Me
and what I write
and what I do
and who I am
and what I think I am