Cigarette wrecks in a saucer
gold rimmed Cadillac butts

its ten thirty and the border is open
The radio crackles its hiss and pop show
the faraway flawless dead come alive
to croon

baby you said its all rock and roll

and on with the Show

My back is wretched I wound and climbed
on the hot asphalt
through glade trails of green
where the creek swollen rushed
the clouds gave birth and
the deluge washed the sins
of summer down gulping dark
apertures of underground
the sweet sweat of hidden thoughts
chilled and rippling with light
through the breaks

If I could comfort you I would

but you've become the Lost
and not forsaken
never taken

You;ve become the scuff upon
the wall
out in the empty voice of midnights
hall

your lipstick visits
brown tip extravagance
smitten with a tangy
curl like the thick
clouds tensed and
crackling

I can feel you reaching
like you did
your arms
swaying

you would never come
down

a promise you said
You'd lain amongst
the fallen
whom had given up

and all the fear
was swallowed up
like a jacknife borrowed
folded closed

our love will rust you said
We are chrome just plated
for our show

and you know what else??

you bent to my ear
and whispered the key..........

Its never gonna be that easy!