and, wait, hold the phone,
while you're listening to Chrome,
balanced on the porcelain throne
you start to get stoned, man
your lover's hands
a Godiva chocolate factory
Concupiscent band jam
all night, just flam-blam!
no "Thank you, Ma'am"
Salami with cheez
Cocked back with a slow jam
in the back seat all,
"Wait. Where do we go, man?"
Drinking cheap champagne
out of broken flutes
and your cupped hands
Not afraid to lose again
so close to no-man's-land
At least there's some bravery
in attempting to crash land
Gittin' all cream corn savory
in your own private glam scam
your Karen Finley pockets
weeping desiccated peaches
and overripe yams
Plucked with your own dirty fingers
from those tiny tiny cans
I just can't seem to grasp it,
can't understand--
Can't get my rotten mind
I just can't seem to grasp it,
can't understand--
Can't get my rotten mind
around it, but you can?
Swinging from the dark trees
you jumped to the bandstand
your bare feet on the stage
trumpet gripped in your one good hand
you played that one tune
slow and luscious
quiet quiet storm
y'all be "Damn!" damned
it was well-played
all your own
like Betty's kid Bam-Bam
All One Love
and Keep keepin' on
like I know you can,
Yes you can can
We all could use some lovers
with them slow hands
and Keep keepin' on
like I know you can,
Yes you can can
We all could use some lovers
with them slow hands
"you played that one tune
ReplyDeleteslow and luscious
quiet quiet storm
y'all be "Damn!" damned "
Ohhhhh delicious. Thanks SB
Nice imagery on this one.
ReplyDelete"your Karen Finley pockets
ReplyDeleteweeping desiccated peaches
and overripe yams
Plucked with your own dirty fingers
from those tiny tiny cans"... VERY evocative of something, i know not what, but still loved by me all the same...