First with your hands and then with your mouth. A downpour of sweat, damp cotton clouds. I was a fool. You were my friend. We made it happen.You took off your clothes, left on the light. You stood there so brave. You used to be shy. Each feature improved, each movement refines and eyes like a showroom.Now they are spreading out the blankets on the beach. That weatherman is a liar. He said it would be raining but it is clear and blue as far as I can see.Left by the lamp, right next to the bed, on a cartoon cat pad you scratched with a pen, “Everything is as it has always been. This never happened. Don’t take it so bad it is nothing you did. It is just once something dies you can’t make it live. You are a beautiful boy. You’re a sweet little kid but I am a woman.” So I laid back down and wrapped myself up in the sheet. And I must have looked like a ghost because something frightened me and since then I’ve been so good at vanishing.Now I do as I please and I lie through my teeth. Someone might get hurt but it won’t be me. I should probably feel cheap but I just feel free and a little bit empty. No it isn’t so hard to get close to me. There will be no arguments. We will always agree. And I will try and be kind when I ask you to leave. We will both take it easy. But if you stay too long inside my memory, I will trap you in a song tied to a melody and I will keep you there so you can’t bother me.
Track Name: Burn Rubber
But if you turn the porch light on and let the marble night withdraw you can smoke a cigarette on the wooden steps. The mosquitoes are not vampires. The moon is not your mother even if she is preparing for a total eclipse.
Get behind the wheel. Stay in front of the storm.
The clouds dream disorder. They make faces. They make mud on some ancient order that is no longer enforced. The sugar bowl is full of ants. Your sister is a dumpy mess. And you are cutting off your head to spite your shoulders.Get behind the wheel. Stay in front of the storm.Get behind the wheel. Stay in front of the storm.