o the hang over possibilities
spinning images into a twirl and
i am not talkin about your hips
my e-mail seems to have stopped
my desire needs a new fuse box
my thoughts dance to a bingo winner
my shoulder hurts from the bicycle
accident we all have
my path to the future is filled with
obstacles of the past
my my
is my thought of romance
with the university of you
humpty dumpty is the new rap song
about our middle-life glamour sex story
we are another generation
please please please me
but i want to spin your kiss
into a layover with benefits
i am a bad drive-in graphic
i slide into your bun and
think of too many calories
but we are teenagers in my proposition
and we burn calories with screwed up
metabolisms
you are every ex-girlfriend with
all the potential of the endless ardor
there is the edge, that is like a metaphor
that we could fall over, but we don't cross
that link
like kissing your nipple, but thinking tooo
much about it
i can't believe i can tip this bottle into tipsy
i am PI casso a curve that comes back to you
in the rhythm of 3.14
i am another page into not being into you
i am the random moment of when
of
yes
i am yams on thanksgiving, because when else
are you yams what you are yam
i am the wonderful drunk of oh know
too far
but I would love another
touch
you imagine the touch
another splash of scotch
and the taste of slobber on
your lips
here we go
here we go again
ins't that great, because
aren't we always
too close
i keep thinking i can't be this inebriated
but i am drunk
and ready to crawl around on all fours
like a hello kitty porn video