That thin young kid
With gangly arms
And endless legs
And cadenced charms
And acne scars
And two guitars
(And dreams of more)
And dreams of Bjork
And goes to work
To earn enough
To buy more stuff
To hook them up
Maybe in
It would be worth it
Just to see her
4 months in a lan house
In Orkutland
To earn a ticket
To that promised land
Trumps anything out there
That looks like a plan
For this knight who has yet
To be fully a man.
So good night, sweet knight
Wherever you are
Til you find your way home
(If someone has a car).
The dance has begun
Toward orbits alone
Yours back toward a youth
That I’ve never known.
