the days of long pants and boots are over
as the sun shines on the west
desert heat blows in from the east
what the sun will see
now in skirts and cut up tees
the girls dawn their summer wear
the boys in tanks in hummer v's
los angeles will be
i desire to sew up skirts
to cut off hair
the dark makeup around the eyes
indian style
night
no more
caught up in another decade
somehow doesn't fit anymore
though some may try
actually pull it off
day is here
save your pajamas for another year
Friday, June 16, 2006
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