#80

a shadow took my expectations one fine spring morning and swung away on his trapeze toward memphis and because when you love somebody enough you follow wherever they go i even went down to the river of dreams so sweet you get out and in minutes youre covered by a hard candy shell and your only hope is for someone to come by and lick you free on a skateboard ramp in the suburbs as the mad hatter walks across the blvd with the bad boys who aint got time for school or girls who wanna live their own lives of silence and pain and regret both personal and professional but they teach themselves to regret only the things they havent done and they end up fried like a coupla ovaries on the florida asphalt under the magnifying glass of a curious preteen whose sister wont let him into her room because shes a few years older and feels that his presence is an affront to the popularity that exists only in her mind as her boyfriend will soon dump her pimply ass on the side of the new jersey turnpike and never look back as he hops on the 80 west and revs that suicide grunt on through chicago to the 76 to the 70 to the 15 to the 10 hoping to find that goddam trapeze swinger somewhere on the edge of the world