By christopher lake
Date: 10 March 2001
there is a god
there is a god
listening to blondie now
straight from
the manhattan new wave
summer
'cause ringo
and his country album
was about to drive me
to homicide
don't worry,
baby,
it's not you
i wanna kill
maybe the little dog
next door
or
the teenage boys
standin'
out in the parking lot
with their muscle shirts
and muscle cars
and custom-painted
low-rider
chicano's wet dream
nothing is as it seems
you kiss me tenderly
i look at you with lust
i don't entirely trust
this place
warm and sticky now
in march
will we survive
summer?
will we survive
the heat
when it comes
and it will
worse than any full moon
or hit
off the crack pipe
and we'll wipe
our foreheads
stuck
in this place
together
after work or before
watching
bad movies on the floor
i love you forever
i don't love you anymore
so it goes
around it goes
like some medieval peasant
caught in the king's
green and immaculate
labyrinth
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