Smells like autumn smells like leaves you don't
know that you'll rust and not belong so much
and then get left alone.
Suck it up take a ride and take a walk.
Don't you know that old folks homes
smell so much like my own.- The hotcha girls
at the palisades dime store keets..... Pretty birds
..... Pretty mouths.
Mamas little truck stop rose, her dancy-Feet her
Happy laugh. We were dropping dimes on the ponies
in the cul de sac, casting shadows throwing sparks. We left
our teeth marks on the barrel of the gun.... The
clipper ship across your chest. Turns out the pony
only had one trick, a wink for the truck
stop boys. They learned it all from
the polaroids.
Smells like autumn smells like leaves you
don't know that you'll rust up and not belong so much
and then get left alone. Suck it up take
a ride and take a walk don't you know that
old folks homes smell so much like my own
home. Time bends light, paints all peeling,
wait outside, take four rights.
The hotcha girls in the palisades, dime store
keets pretty birds pretty mouths. Glass eyes
and in the wooden teeth. The engines roasting
in deep deep sleep....it waits. The mail
came from miles away, the postal man
is always late, and we wait and we wait.
Tight lipped with a big 'ol mouth, the government
workers all deaded south while it rained
glassy eyes and the wooden teeth, the engine
rusted in deep deep sleep. And it waits, and it
waits, to awake.*