where do you go before
the penultimate run

(we had some good ones;
yeah

rode through storms
and shit-shows

freaked on the stuff and reeling
from the blows

some kinda prizefighter dodgin
stones

and the African flack
with the Asian-dirt-track

she was at least 6'2"
and stone cold beautiful

tear through you in the hurricane
morning and just splatter you in
her paintings:

0h sure she had the candles and the
wine and the silver
and the reasons to never
forget her)