And don't get me wrong, dear,
in general I'm doing quite fine
It's just when it's summer in the city,
and you're so long gone
from the city
I start to miss you,
baby,
sometimes
screwing and biting to get back at something i never really got to have in the first place. being okay around old friends that disappeared for a while. buying plane tickets and paying for workshop classes (god, i hope that one is worth it...) wearing the fleece, and flip flops.
the history of bop (hey pork pie pork pie, hey pork pie) his imperialistic kingdoms are coming. more likely on the pavings of the city under tragic rainy telelphone poles suddenly realizing that life is strange, the three stooges do exist, that in 10,000 years that all the goofs he felt in him were justified in the outside world and he had nothing to reproach himself for
bonk. boing. crash!
skiddly-boom. pow-slam.
bang BOOM. wham blam crack.
frap.
kerplunk clatter
clap flap plap slap map splatcrunchcrouchbongsplatsplat! BONG.
It's the sound of the unlocking
and the lift away
[if only i would have told you]
Your love will be
Safe with me.
[i love allen ginsberg. let that be recorded in heaven's unchangeable heart.]
