Smile

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Crack-ed jaw line bone broke in the line u
na cerveza mas from my new amiga Catt
a lady, or a nanny, just 25 years old
Smile introduced her to a new alcohol role

Purple Haze was a jam to a 70's Senior Prom
Here drinking rum I felt kind of dumb
to ask her if that was her jam but frankly
at the moment Cat didn't give a damN

as if to say that music was frivolous,
or a subway stop off Fenway, Boston
calling was what she said her pride made.
Forest Park I for one do not get lost in

But call it a place of tribute and prophet,
Queens jam and Lizards land and so
talk is cheap when the rocks drop
But Mr. Matt Le blind came over to mine

a sock in my ripped absssssolutely not there
to prepare for the death stare that landed
on the right snare of Theodore's or skinner alive??
Is that what they call a stage dive.


Sweat leaving my pores when I started
didn't remembering anymore.
My body was lifted out of the cryptic,
mythic ticket golden embossed,
titanium Wonka tonka tank dank stank
out of my little cranky date
that had never left late but too early.

Sweet thing – wait that’s a jam from Van
the man is still looking at me as if to say
I had something to pay but Cat is happy
Here in her nappy like a golden goose that lays an egg

And they left it all there Yorkian logic stared down
With a glare of orange hair OK era kidding through
an amnesiac’s glimpse of cutouts gone wrong
but it was all fog and the band’s gone mod

One eye left one eye right trying to stay in the hair lines
of sight sound rhythm but I’ve taken the girl
his girl, their girl, whose girl, was she there ever there
420 magic and a crop and soon you’d say it’s a chip off the block

-- or madness, concern, waiting to burn, let the good times roll.
someone made that shock to my face, an earthquake, or was it weight
Of me falling down stairs as I carried the weight of hairs
infinitely dragging as I rock and sway to Tony Soprano’s may-

hem haw, no more, let go, wake up give up, Crooked crazy thing
staccato Jonny prodding the cello as the trio harkens to more
and I don’t know if it’s the Greenwood score or something horrr
ible cuz I want to cry and but it’s all so bright and beautiful,

and oh heck it is cat’s lips and I’m taking a dip in the sand. Good man.

Katzenjammer in the morning because she’s got those lips clawed tight on my johnson
almost like a rocky movie but I tend to keep winning
and even though the room is spinning and I do not produce words
the white pearls surge and my veins rip and roar so that I think I might soar

My smile was worth it.