PLEASE HELP BLUE PRESS STAY AFLOAT

Friday, April 16, 2010

All drizzled in turquoise

I always find you sleepwalking the pier
inside a skintight layer of smog
like the invention of desire

a tiptoe entrance in sexy shoes
I don’t pretend to fully comprehend
even though I do

like barbequing a cadillac el dorado underwater
a little bit of Paradise I wouldn’t trade for all the chrome in China
although the grass is greener & smells like gasoline
translated from the Latin for “take two aspirin
& call me in the morning”

The shipwreck tattooed on your shoulder is
trying to understand what went wrong
& I’m drifting downstream
w/my sunglasses on