January 23, 2013 by Wayne.
i’m sure you’re only dreaming
molko singing daddy cool
bodies sticking to your sweat
and what about that one time
when you only drank from plastic cups and dressed in purple
but i’m sure she loves you
and wants nothing more.
rain flooding against lenses while you walked towards the traffic
the back of your knees cutting into rope and burning
dust on the top of shelves
and blue crystals
or the red army choir
on the street with the brightest stars
and what about when you downed the tequila from the bottle
while we were swimming at midnight
and you could only look away.
or flaming lips on mars
and white powder
covers curling away at the blue corners
sitting at your covered perch at the show
not knowing where you were going to, so you bought a ticket
stepping out without a jacket at negative fifteen
and what about these things?
Nah, I’m sure you’re right.