I said baby you been lookin’ real good you know that I remember when we met. You were lickin’ your lips with your lipstick shining, it's a feeling that I know I’ll never forget. On the last day of class, we ran naked through the school, dancing under the evergreens as skeletons dangled from under them in the cool breeze. At the rock show we smoked hash and moshed in the mud while Maynard sang eulogies to the martyrs. We cruised around town in a little red corvette and let the cops chase us around. Honey you were my best friend, we should’a stayed together till the very end.
On the Fourth of July we rode our bikes through the neighborhood while the sky was on fire. At the carnival we were head-banging on the Octopus when Edgar hit a Grand Salami into the night. The hysteria and uproar of the stadium flooded the night like Hell’s bells at the stairway to Heaven. We fell off the rail of a crazy train in the salsa jungles of Pixieland. I put my gun in your rose as we drew blood in the waterfall.
We rode on the backs of dolphins to the Amalfi coast of Italy, scaling the Alps on our way to the freedom of Paris. In the orchards of Burgundy, we spread our arms to fly underneath thunderclouds, soaring to the skies with the crows at our sides. We met in outer space to spend a night on the moon to watch the Earth come up. We flew through galaxies and bright red nebulae to the far reaches of the universe, to a special place where time and space fold in on each other. There we made enough love to generate new stars for billions of years. Our procreation delineates the hierarchies of abuse and neglect. Now the Earth's children will never cry.
