She had a two-thousand-dollar Persian cat
purebred, it
didn't like living in her luxury sedan
She liked to joke about hipster cred
fixing me grilled cheese and a stiff drink
for breakfast, whiskey
on her breath
She was the sexiest chunk of irony
I ever tasted.
We rented a trailer from a man on the lam
burning in the woods north
o' Port Hastings, we
had dream catchers and Black Flag and hand-blown glass
bongs for sale
with a quick hand, a cheap trick, a cute ass, a
down an' dirty back-home mystery
Rabbit pellets, pixie dust, classic
rock and mandolins, we
were in love
with the moon in the sky, the futile future, the dirt
under her fingernails
every note
ever' drop o' shine, ever'
drop o' salt, ever'
reason to stay
kiss your pot-smoky mouth
another day.
I would give anything for adventure if you would give everything for love.
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