Soda Poky

dancing along the bad bay
to fine gone jazz tunes
that no one else can hear,
this is the dog-eared year.

so grab the whiskey,
and let's go,
the stars are waiting
for our forbidden hearts.

there aren't enough fires
in the world
to do love

2 years ago,
New Jersey happened,
and the stars are still waiting
to eat our forgotten hearts.