Sure nice to dream of you but
You’re not here
To vacuum spiders
From my corners
I’m Poison Ivy curling ‘round
Fingers crossed
Making promises
Swearing to come back
Sheer improbability
running
Amuck
Running low on luck
Spending time as if
There was so much
Full tank
Less than 30 to go
Who am I kidding
Who’ve I been kissing
Needs no explaining
Mark these words
I’m barking
Howling
Blue full moon
