Dear Love       You climbed the pyramids of Chichén Itzá
Goats!                   Baked beans for breakfast
It’s May       Lovely with a little sunburned nose
No kids

Did you             grinning at the whiskey
Knock me idiotic
This is a rock and so is that aurora
They can sing all they want about being the same but I still want to rip out their spleens

That was not meant for you       Dear Love
Quetzalcoatl hit the right angle and slithered down my throat
I think I’m going to puke
Walter and I hit 100 driving through the hill country in the Spyder

You climbed Chichén Itzá

Brian Clements |  > > > > >
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