Get out the garage and everything's fine and I
cannot start to find the right time but I look up
and hook up to galaxy jazz and go platz platz platz
passed to times when the stars ain't looked so bad
and I hook up to the stars and "where you are"s
and it keeps on going falling up to where
I want to be's and
I
travel space.
Disgusting. Can't stop watching
you eat. Lip smacking and tired
of what lip smacking is s'posed to mean.
Tooth loss dreams swinging back.
Do you want a napkin with that?
At the gas station again and cruising Johns.
Can't we have dinner?
