Long Stroll With Nothing To Think About

Alligator Sandals
Alligators on t-shirts
Sipping Cock-tails
And Vodka Tonics
While I'm dying in the streets
These are the people I meet
On the road
Town to town
Alley to dead-end jobs
In the back of Chinese restaurants.

I found love
In a dying sun
Floating face down
On the Hudson
While I took another shot
(but this wasn't for measles)
My life is a trip
Not like your family vacations
But nothing like Walt Disney
Or Fantasia
(Although Alice in Wonderland was entertaining).

I'd rather consume myself
In picking pesky garden weeds
Then to die face down
In a pile of dust
Or drown in grape juice
And end up behind bars
Like the ones on Osceola Street.

Later that night
I found the sun
It washed up on the rocks
So I picked it up
Put it in my pocket
And met up with the moon
For some afternoon tea.

I find that there are too many stop lights
On the road to salvation
(And too many bouncers)
The crowd waiting
TO get into heaven
Is more than I can handle
So I'll go to hell
And burn some cash
(Somethings are more comforting than clouds).