April Fox

What are you thinking?
You have tipsy pondering eyebrows.

I'm not thinking about anything, really. 
Thinking about how much I love the porch life
Thinking about you.

The music is dull, coming through soup can cell phone speakers and our voices pepper the soundtrack of the night like
hailstones, unexpected
in a steady summer storm. 

The Buzzcocks, man.
The fucking Buzzcocks.

Remember when I posted, it was Mr. Chi Pig, and you were like--
SNFU
SNFU. 

Voices like leather straps braided into a whip
beating the shit out of the life that beat the shit
out of us.

Time travel, Soundgarden
Meat Puppets
I remember when Dylan was little, he loved this song
Little sweatpants running around singing about a bucket and a mop

The dog goes after something in the yard
might be a bear, might be the ghosts that make us glad
there isn't really any time travel and still
It speeds up for us and all of a sudden it's fall again
and we're on the porch in the cool night air and I ask him
Again

What are you thinking?

Just you, love.

The Flaming Lips are playing and this is the future's soundtrack.