Left-Handed On Amsterdam

you might have said it works like this nothing but orion and gas colored stars and i was vanity fair like a cashmere suit train on another monday at 9am saying where have you been? standing left-handed on amsterdam saying where have you been? and sleeping on my rain forest road mumbling where have you been? and what place is this?

pasting that jimmy dean postage stamp to my forehead and mailing me to acquiescent moons to winters past and future junes chocolate-chip minting me to the next lifetime and standing on star-lit shadows squinting cause it's cold and rheumatic saying i know this must be the street walking blocks in rubber motion saying i can see you from here clutching boiled peanut afternoons like candy saying i must have the number wrong and slipping into Ecstasy Forever

double suns and twice-burnt potato thoughts she loves mes and he loves her... not yets waiting patiently for the over-eager crevice verses the only curses the only cures for my strange vampire addiction and cadillac church love saying i was yours once in revolving door slide hammer saying THIS first and THAT next and now i'm standing left-handed on amsterdam saying please god let it be you on certain thunderstorm tuesdays and goodbye ruby