tattered up for my way home
slattern suds and holes in time
batten up all you laid trolls sigh
bad enough for a raincoat
bad enough to wanna try
straight made splashings on your wainscot thigh
tailor made with impatience
wasting glasses full of lime
call a locksmith on your way up right
tell her what
tell her what's staying
tell her what
tell her what's mine
tell her what
tell her what's been mistaken mine
ratty cuffs and a late grin
matter much for the ride
silent truck and a pale thin guy