inevitablyhelp me into my wax slacksform that figureas heaven's museumwelcomes my likenesseven if my soulends up in some abandoned warehousea few bloc..
burnt toasta percolation of thoughtsunscripted creamin my coffee cupcaffeine rush of superfluous semanticschosen,carefully like a second napkinto wipe..
the breakfast ladyin bells and haltersyou altered my twentiesi found your heart by the camera shopwe danced to a lover's questionthe answers came in G..