goofy summer moon friend,
there’s no one like you.
come back, come here,
spin to these songs
come back, come here,
come back, come here,
just fucking get over here.
heat wave beneath my skin,
this is how I tell you how I feel
(in owl eyes, in jagged-sway dance moves)
I don’t want to sleep tonight.
I’m not going to sleep tonight.
to be grabbed by the hand and led through a crowd,
to be waited for and turned around to,
to be held on the Subway,
to feel at home in Times Square, of all places,
is New York with friends.
This building is for Impending Heartache.
This one’s for My Card Won’t Slide.
The doors of the L close too fast.
The doors of the L close too fast.
come back, come here,
just fucking get over here.
I’ll play with your hair,
and you can tell me what you keep to yourself.
All these things I’m not supposed to be doing,
places I’m not supposed to be
(bad habits, far away from you),
all the poetry I could never write.
Raisin bran on the porch
is why we come back,
is why we come here.
PLUTO BLOOMING 