I'm going to start a trend when I get back home,
gonna need a Vespa and a beret and bigger *****
to scoot around the drivers back there.
They don't care about nobody but themselves.
But maybe I can change the world
or at least some nasty driving habits
with my new persona,
it's worth a try anyways,
gonna play like a madman.

After six goblets,
the taste of Merlot
actually tastes like Beaujolais.
Unless of course
you're an expert
on wineolgy
& I'm not.
But I do like a glass or seven
every now and then.
The lights look weird now,
peoples eyes are amplified
& they are smoking abundantly.
Sadly, the only fresh air
around here
is six blocks away
in a roundabout
& I ain't crawling that far
to breathe
or even try to clear my head.
So I think
I'll keep my lonely-self
sitting right here at this quaint bar
and order me a glass of Chablis
that will probably taste like Merlot.
Sophie don't look too bad.

I am in love with
the trickle down theory.
So go ahead
& be fickle sweetheart,
tickle the inside of my throat
with your truth serum
& see if we are truly soul mates.

By the way,
in case you didn't notice,
there are fireworks exploding
just outside in the street.
It's a celebration.
I think somebody was released
from solitary
& it wasn't me.

There are so many upsides
to modern technology,
like the love for it
& the ability to see
deep space objects,
all the hairs on the leg of a bee.
But the fumes and horns
in abundance
kills the romance
& for that,
I hate the founders,
the founders
of the industrial age
who danced with certain death.

I woke earlier today,
pointing straight to Heaven
& imagined you
sliding down
from there
to meet me
halfway.

It was a glorious vision
of you & me
& thinking
about playing
with a beautiful girl
like you
on your journey to greet me
was the best part
of waking up,
& I shot you
into smithereens.

I heard our song today.
The words then
were just perfect.
I loved you
but never really knew
how to tell you &
I knew you loved me.
You tried to stay afloat,
but you went down with the ship
& all I have left now
is a single song
to remind me
how you
drowned
in me.

My corned beef tasted like
Chateaubriand today
and the sun wasn't yellow,
it was golden
& I am not myself,
these feelings.
Oh these ******* feelings.
Nothing is the same
since I met you,
I want more.

Her angelic face,
Was deft softness, tranquility,
My bed of feathers.