out on the beat shaking venom reflections
hot july day cold december night simultaneously
in my dense jeans the mythologies i'll present
next week to you'll be way too cool for words

a choice is made
looks astride
put down the whiskey
pick up a seahorse

you don't need to want to be what you're already
your kleptomania if it were a color hm what it be
charming these passing notes between your face and mine
always image of you waiting'll lovely decorate my nostalgia

-- 8/10/07, IL