the dancers have climbed back into their holes
the sailors have all gone back to the sea
and you sit and wonder what you did with all those minutes
seasons and months and feet and toes
hands and ties
passport stamps with a large helping of
motion sickness for dessert.
and the next thing you know
your eating a casserole out of a dirty dish
and then licking the bowl
that woman with the jet black hair
wants you to buy a flower
wants you to love her
talk to her.
give her everything you own.
you close your eyes
darkness is better than the known
oh!,sometimes on cluver street
late at night
on fridays there is half priced beer
most boys seem to get pretty drunk.
most boys are silly.