—Epistle to Derroll (mono)
been listenin to a lot of donovan ever since spencer moved in
gas station eye catcher, gas station sparks, gas pump hottie,
fire still burning.
knee high boots, green jacket, your smile,
man, what a great look.
lunch in your lap, milky ways and marathons, large coffee, lots of cream,
lunch was great, but…
who are you? detective, coach,
you, yes, you.
i know, i know,
i’m only a cashier but… oh my god
i cleaned glass out of your eyes, i kept my hand over the light in my car
i kissed you then your friend.
still not sure what happened.
expectations, missed concoction, the god i am,
a friendless loser.
all the beautiful women who work downtown
off my chest.
does anybody ever actually order a “usual” at a restaurant/cafe? cos i tried that today, and it worked, and i was kinda surprised that someone who deals with hundreds of orders a day remembered mine.