Heart of Gold

So go on radio
Play another song that reminds me of him
Let me reminisce
About the son I could have been

Goo Goo G'Joob

Misty-eyed she sighed

In me she chooses to confide

she'd make a beautiful bride.

Porcelain princess once pretty as pink

Had too many disco biscuits I think

she' s unconscious now, by the sink.

I stepped over her to get my drink.

She does have nice ink though.

It seeps through her veins in a puddle on the kitchen floor.

Deep in a chemical dream, all gossamer and green,

To wake her up now would be obscene.

She will rise eventually

on her own steam.

Oh, Eight.

Again.

These ways are set in stone.

Rock steady, always ready, head heavy, alone.

Microseconds and months trade places like clockwork;

Seasons blend into each other silently

Like 4 rocks, 2 fingers and a little water.

Everything grows.

Older.