Forties in Parking Lots


you don’t know what to do

you say you don’t go out too much

there’s always parking lots

forties in parking lots

time is a mystery

were have I been for so long

now that I’m here with you

now that the curtain’s drawn


I am a simple guy

behind a thin veneer of ice

the pierce of wanting eyes

enough to compromise

the words I mean to say

I hopelessly pursue

a riff to woo the prize

a bird to proud to fly



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