Tomorrow Is Gone Perhaps

When I was not unlike you being young Unlike me most were why lie where I laid Such a boy out of their range, I ran My dad the marshal tucker bars Silver dollars pasties, Minsky's paper ones two Movies cool hand luke mustangs red bullets and Steve McQueen Under the age of ten Up front introductions to they reading lips to I watched Men being squeezed until they popped woman laughing The rear of the curtain like panties seen through Joe ran and still runs a clean place no condoms strewn about Which I used To walk to the top and bottom of sort of Winos are not allowed even now They had known that I am there Color deliciousness only now to my eyes the years and be hungry of those because of fifteen No need to be afraid I was not back then like they are now Now under my window, as for those whom pause the way the height shoulders the chest were bare The smell of every flower combined apart together it is strong But not as strong as the hands and arms around me Time is not it was it is now I simply a standpoint and the watch Tomorrow is gone like a dream she will come perhaps