she looked at me
you don't want to
i said
oh yeah i do, i'm drunk
...
i want a nudie suit
something simple
silk bell bottom pants
tight cut jacket
...
sitting on my island of pounded sand
i see something bobbing towards shore
message in a bottle
cheap wine flask
...
a young blonde
black blouse
checkered skirt running
long spinners
...
sometimes
it feels like
a ghost walk
through the desert
...
she did my spanish homework freshman year
in high school
so i didnt mind her sitting next to me
during my quiet time
...
so is it wrong
to be content
just to be awake
fresh from a dream
...
if i keep going like this
i will never get anywhere in this world
but by the time i die
i will be halfway to everywhere
...