| FoR A GooD TimE CaLL Three lies hand held in imaginative prayer, positioning hope in head, Four times stuck, lost sweater mother gave at Brooklyn party re-bought to loss again at Starlight while he in careless stoned state when supposed to be watching was not Seven, my lucky number though nine lives and it didn't work out well Two lovers, carcass filled bodies brillo, hang ups To following a hot nose on a mission, guess less care but I did Eight months of this yes/no sir piñata shit Eight times replayed Scorpion "you had me, you lost me" but I don't want you back Eight stairs up/down out of house went I to dine at table with your eyes and silence- Six blessings made invisible beside him while driving my car he: broke window stolen music four flat tires equals six blessings- To a Janus faced lover always in opposite direction and me swiveling infinity to find him |