Slinky *****
with promises
prying my sleep
away
Warm and loud
Lying to me
Once I
Step outside
That my dreams
Of you
Would come true.
Let me go back
To your
Unforgiving sister
Night.

Gosh o gee I think yer neat.
Ya got nice hair.  I like yer feet.
An yer cat. An yer dog two.
Shucks! I think I's sweet on you.

P'raps weel marry up sum day.
(Whens weer old an gettin gray)
Til then heck, o gosh gee wiz
Can I just steel a little kiss?

Why did you think
It was a lie
When I said
"No.  I never called her"
But you believed that
I meant it
when I said
"No. That dress
DOESN'T make you
look fat"?

I never worry about nothing!

Oops...
double negative.
Oh, hell....

Where are you now?
You called out with pains in your
loud letters
(Frets and fetters)
And I worried
     even against my thinking better
                                                          of  it.

Where are you now?
Still fighting that sad oceans
deep weather
(Frets and fetters)
Still I worry
                 of it.

I wore those things when I was young and hungry
Smiles stolen from young girls eyes
Dances stolen as the band was winding down
Kisses, and even more secret treasure, in the dark parking lots

I wore them proud and loud on my tattered sleeve
Like embroidered badges
Commemorating their broken hearts
Stitched and pinned right there next to mine

I wore those things when I was young and hungry
Moments taken as Time aged by
Promises broken as the clock was winding down...
(promises spoken in the sweated moments of those parking lots of my hungry youth)

I wore those things
And they fit me well

I rescued a dog, named her "Scooter".
A puppy... she couldn't be cuter.
She sleeps on my bed
With her **** near my head
And she smells like an old roto-rooter.