Patti,
you had two raw steaks in your pocket
I
have a plastic card with a metal strip
and mounting anxiety
The bickering loved drunks behind me
know more about your days of trench coating
than I could fill these pages with.
all my clothes have holes
but that could be from the conditions of flying
jumping from lily pad to lily pad
always
seeking
she's here
now gone
wanting you in my vein
if i could shoot up patti
I would easily become an addict
illegally downloading her entire repertoire
before hot-tailing it outta there once again
it's bout as close as we get
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