YOUR EYES READY FOR TAKE OFF, MELTING IN THE MEXICAN NEWS, SO ITALIAN, WAITING FOR THE SMELL OF DUTY FREE PERFUME AND YOUR ADORING PUBLIC FROM RUSSIA RIP OUT YOUR HAIR WITH LOVE LIKE A “NO-PAIN SOUVENIR†KEEP YOU LIKE DEAD FLOWERS LIKE IGGY POP IN A PINK SILK SUIT, LIKE A SINGING ARCADE SOUVENIR, 70 FOOT DROP… SLEEP TIGHT ON THE NIGHT TRAIN, MY PHOTO IN YOUR MINDS POCKET AND DREAM OF FAKE TEXAS COWBOYS FROM TOKYO TRAILING YOU CAMERAS RAISED (SPARKS IN THE DARK) LIGHTNING BUG THUGS, BITING AT YOUR HEALS. I FORESEE A TRESPASSING HOUR. EVERYTHING IS UNDER CONTROL. HA HA HA! LIPS WINED AND DINED. SUMMER CONFESSIONS, DULL SMOKING IN THE HOTEL LOBBY HE LOOKED IN LOVE. I GUESS. SIDE BY SIDE, SWEET, ADORING, HAWAIIAN JOY. ARE THERE ANY NEW ISLANDS? I DON’T REMEMBER. A NICKEL FOR YOUR THOUGHTS, YOU’LL BE RICH BY WINTER, HEAVY, STRANGER, BLACKENED, DRINK WATER. FIRST YOU’RE BIGGER, THEN YOU’RE DEAD SEE. DREAMS THAT MONEY CAN BUY NEVER COME TRUE.
