she needs a ride to bring her
to the day
where we'd talk
Bukowski
and poetry
and coffee
and sweeteners;
and email
and phonecalls
and ice cream
no politics,
no small talk--
black dress to match the day
I combed my hair,
and wore my black boots
and scuffed my shoes too
and I lost my bandana,
but three years later,
she found it,
it looks better on you, too
and I don't know your name,
but its better than shady drop offs
in wayne,
better than never knowing
I'd see you again
better than seeing you look
more or less than the same
better than knowing
I'm not the same nice boy
who did you a favor
with all good intentions
kiss me girl,
and kiss me once,
wish me to sleep,
a lullaby,
we'll stay silent
sleep outside
stay inside
a tent to hide
the golden sky
it hides all the tempting
spoons and straws
on the silver tray
that lasts a life time,
but ends too soon,

so kiss me now,
we'll stay quiet
sleep outside
a tent to hide
the rainbow tide
hides all our temptation
miss the wide
and endless times
we fell asleep and dreaming.