Here I am
I am the fruit man
I got a fruit man plan
to get low
on my fruit man land
c’mon up baby
squeeze
my fruit man hand
come down mama
taste
my fruit man jam
Woke up to Big Star’s “September Gurls” on my stereo. Hard to get out of bed when it is certain life will never be as good as that song.
- took a Bowery tattoo
- threw a lot of bad paper
- met some precious cargo
- vive la revolucion
- death to motherfuckers
- “what, no hinges?”
Then I took a bath and went back to bed.
she laughs
holding her cigarette
high in the air
with one arm
smoke sifting off
ignored
and we are in bed together
laughing
and we don’t care
about anything
and it is very
very funny.
-thanks to C. Bukowski. I owe you one.
LISTEN
Just you wait ‘til I get home
I know - it’ll be better than before
When I walk right through that door - I know
I won’t be afraid to love you anymore
Cause it’s that same old feeling I told you before
The one that I cling to I just can’t ignore
Yes it’s summer here in town
I know - I’ve been selfish and unkind
When I walk right through that door
I won’t be afraid to tell you just what’s on my mind
Cause it’s that same old feeling I told you before
The one that I cling to I just can’t ignore
And when I get there I’ll be fine
Say what’s on my mind every time
You’ll be right there looking up
Fill my loving cup in your time
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Just you wait ‘til I get home
I know - it’ll be better than before
When I walk right through that door - I know
I won’t be afraid to love you anymore
Cause it’s that same old feeling I told you before
The one that I cling to I just can’t ignore
Just you wait ‘til I get home