Saturday, May 27, 2006

1928

Darkness pours me a rum and dandelion
I rifle the pantry for fritos and cashews
Turn off the radio and let down your hair
And let me let you down over and over

Down from the side of the burning building
Off the side of the hood of the mustang
From the Marshall stacks from the dying oak
From the loft bed at the end of the world

Stop me before I find another corner
Before I make a map of the whole earth catalog
Stop me at the door of the Chamber of Commerce
And groom me for a job in your front office