dance like you have all your toes,
dream like you still have a soul.
"Where we're going we don't need roads."
be happy as hell.
Scents and sensibility,
seamless dreams,
schemes of love,
talons for hanging on.
"As far back as I can remember,
I always wanted to be a gangster."
between birthday cards
and confidential kisses.
Heart in a swimsuit,
for the past is cold
and the future is hot,
while the letter J just rots.
Give up on giving up,
get hope from under the gun.
"I'm not even supposed to be here today."
Neither this nor poems.
Daisy chains
keep us tethered to the help
that Yelps us
each evening long.
Eat dessert first,
before the desert eats us both.
"We're gonna need a bigger boat."
me? what are you doing?
blah blah blah,
make me believe,
Hornet scalpers
have plenty of thirst for worse.
Auto of what's what.
"No time for love, Dr. Jones."
way back when renting
rang true to a few.