Tonight it's the city
and its beat back cats!
Thriving on good music
and carousing to the jazz
that cuts and swings through the night
like a fierce hurricane
blowing down all you cats
overwhelming you in your
speedy and exhilarated peaked euphoria
at finally being free
and in love
with your women
if only you could remember her name...
But no matter!
Tonight it's you
and your ragged entourage
of swing enthusiasts
and conscious liberators
blowing tea into your face
and drinking from the bottle.
Hide it! Now pass it by me
yes me,
and spare me your trials and doubts
that's not life, that's just a mortal man's h**l
but, well...that's just not me
so gleefully cry on that man's shoulder,
and sleep and curl up on that rug
the heat wafting from the supermarket
will keep you alive,
and keep you alternating from the
freezing spikes of the bay.
I am sorry your life found
Not what it was looking for.
but when I found
what I was looking for
I simply turned over in bed
and in a drunken stupor
and the piercing pounding morning sunlight
kissed my sleeping lover’s nose.
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