when i say perfect

the band was already playing
by the time i showed up

they were probably all on the
l.s.d. and the songs they
sang, the songs were like
caramel.

and i was quiet for nearly thirty
minutes
while me
and every other hepcat in the place
pretended to listen
and acted like we cared

you know the drill, sometimes you're the windsheild and
sometimes you're the bug.

that's what i mean when i say perfect.

2003-10-02 | 6:37 p.m.
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