a case of the mean reds
is what we have today.
the weather no doubt..

holly golightly
i must today
fall into your diamond dreams and
farm hill slumber
clutching hankerchief and
cigarette
into lonely small bungalows
of introspection

there there
lula mae,
meet my other names
in the corridor.

we'll have a coctail or two
(or four)
and arms around shoulders
kiss eachothers
drunk faces
full of love!
share dreams
and whispers
that i 'love you
i love you..'
too terribly much
to say aloud

i want to crawl into your
bathtub tonite,
all
blanketed with feathers
and sequins
to die
a little bit
with you.
its the only way
i know how
to love a pretty girl