Kiss The Girls Of Eindhoven

It’s 7:30 but feels like 4. Was asleep at 4 though, ate some freezies first. O’clock is a weird word.

Time could be faster. A week could be a year, that’d be fine. Go to sleep on a Sunday and wake up in my 60’s. Wouldn’t be against it, wouldn’t be against being slower to match feeling slower.

I deleted a song before the freezies. Cruel self-editing is one of the perks of being around for so long. One day I hope to be able to edit myself down completely, like a big eraser crossing a page. Strike up the band and smile a little smile. Remember the good times, kiss the girls of Eindhoven.

Lay me out in some old room, sing some old song, then plant me. Throw some dice down with the dirt just in case I gotta get myself out of a fix.

Only minutes have passed. I stare, the words melt, I blink and look left out the window. Left over Chinese food and a film I’ve seen a thousand times. Maybe some shots in the dark, a laugh confused, fall asleep again with one leg off the bed.

No tanks to roll, no parachutes. Just kiss the girls of Eindhoven.