If I lay in
than I wake out,
and feel my body stretch.
there’s gorilla glue
beneath my shoe
that holy air can’t edge.

it’s half past 6
2 ***** days
tag closer to my head.
“The moons been hot
but you are not”
the cocktail waitress said.

Unleash the beast
And sic the dogs
to recovery what’s been lost.
but hide the rug!
that filthy smudge!
my mother will be cross...

Pour one down.
Or is it out?
Just get it in the glass!
It’s almost noon
there isn’t room,
to think about the past.

Go outstairs,
no come downside,
and pull me through thick time.
Your cover’s blown,
I’m still alone.
Desperation is a crime.

The vaudeville
is passing still,
and Buck will meet us there.
Oh, don’t wait up!
I’ve had enough,
I’m lighter than the air…