going home with the sofa ghost
escorting me home like a crumbling coast
your path smells like the towns proud roast
locking elbows, they lift a toast
begging for mercy, bleeding out the nose
bar code forhead, sent like the king's post
no one's laughing at your jokes
no no one's laughing at your jokes
gold nugget in your hand, which do you value most?
the savvy satisfaction of sparkling shapes
or the sages see-through prose?
walking home with the sofa ghost
escorting me home like a crumbling coast
its The One i make love to most
love to most
elbows and toast
