When We Got Lost Downtown

Meet me by the docks where the ocean meets the rocks
Persistent sun spots block insistent thoughts narrating unconscious talk
Now i want a monorail and now i see the tracks running perpendicular to my socks
Now it's the next stop no it's the next stop no it's the last stop now i'm back
The city looking dismally upon glistening misery but upon further inspectoring
They are erectoring fjshes mysteriously on the parade grounds
Filled with zoo sounds like it's hereditary
Now it's meditary on the lush lawn of the apiary misguided
By the predatory and aligning with the necessarily hairy
And i'm not feeling particularly sharey staring vacantly
In the direction of the waves cradling the ferry boats
Now i'm in a raincoat and now i'm thoroughly rain soaked
And now i'm at an outpost hoping i don't float too far
Be my guiding star be my fast car lullaby until it's smashed car fulfilled by gas sparks totally
The way that it's glistening off of your skin makes the sun appear to be listening
The way the doves part in the street makes them disappear suddenly
The way the jewels cling to your chin makes the pavement muddy
In the dust of the air tonight i find myself running down alleyways to the forest
But it's suburbs before it's sunny
How did i get this satchel full of grass without any money?
Wasn't there some pistols in the stash inside my tummy?
No never any weapons when all of the beasts come inevitably
Never any bread for all of this peanut butter and jelly
Always looking out all ways for black-and-sunglass hellions
Fun dippits golden melons folded digits molded felons leaking
Old and wippit pellets weak and cold and meek a moment
Still it's peter parker picking peppers for the pauper poets
Pretty please peter pick petunias for your mother
Grow a patch of posies posed playfully post modern
Poking out of a toaster lazily puppycat cute and gratefully open
Pace cross streets until peanut greets luchador baby seated
Sweetly at the swap meet where the swamp buries the cobbled streets
Near where the two parts of the freeway meet
And the clear waters cover our feet
And vendors of the world toss beaded bracelets out for free sweet!
There we are as here we were at the cavernous foam pit climbing wall wearing a different shirt
Or is it the diner by the carousel ordering second desert
Or is it the san fransisco wharf with the killer whales and the killer shirts
Or is it back at my apartment watching podgey go berserk?
The grilled cheese was no small comfort
The more please should be stickered to my bumper
The morgue tray was colder than december because the morphine was patiently pulling me under
Patiently lulling me into sleep
Achingly tugging at my heart
Aiming for a sweet release
Hoping i don't float too far
It is the next stop no it was that stop no the last stop
It is the next stop no it was that stop no the last stop
It is the next stop no it was that stop no the last stop
It is the next stop no it was that stop no the last stop
It is the next stop no it was that stop no the last stop
It is the next stop no it was that stop no the last stop