saturday night is all right

a juke box is like a time capsule nostalgia is a little like heroin or diet pills and love is like being the one

no one can tell you anything when you're stubborn and biased in all sorts of sordid and subtle ways

forever a word loaded with every possible power

and the mahogany bar angles at forty-five degrees and the saturday night crowd stays in for the storm

half-way done perhaps dully aware of what's coming and as vested as ever in dreaming my harlot harlequin love

forever a word loaded with death and disease and sadness

i heard a rainbow i saw a hurricane's breadth and for once didn't see intelligent design just light energy and light

i heard a pint glass i saw heaping piles of quarter-pounders and for once didn't see will or lack just light love and light

forever a word loaded with bacon bits and vegan cheese

beautiful agony the face of the word pleased etched in every goodness

gesticulate gyrate till you can't stand and then stand

forever a word loaded with more beauty than any other

give away all your power don't ever give away all your power all one

struggle strive make create enrich never struggle or strive or make or create or enrich all one

forever a word made of the ice you smash your heart beneath

and when you wake up in the morning and pray to gods and toilets and angels and angel toilets kiss a mouth full on the lips

take up the gauntlet and the the scepter all there ever was or will etc stays for your commanding

forever a word just so

the echo of every goodness in every crevice which deserves such a name

where have you gone saxophone solo

forever a word