The Last Time I Spoke To Frances She Asked
What Was That Neil Young Lyric Kurt Used
Before Cracking The Plastic Of The Cap
And Then Leaving
Some Room For The Coke
Wondering Had We Missed Out
On A Shakey Youth In Toronto Or Seattle
Until I Reminded Her How Few Summers Were Behind Us
Yeah, I Guess School-less Weeks Are Longer Than We Care To Notice
We Drove To Speech-less Radio As She Dropped Again In Her Seat
Until We're Into The Black Of The Carpark Beside Her House
The Mirror Fixed Her Hair As She Perfumed Her Clothes
And I Checked Her Eyes
Until The Passenger
Door Closed
And Opened Much Later By My Sister
Who Asked Had I A Girl Here
Lingering Mixed Spirits Forced Me To Say
I Did
CK
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