I'm tired of waiting for your sunburn I want more coffee Read sonnets to Chris, an old, old woman on the sly Your fossil-fuled up with camel-lights and ginger snapping ponging dishes washing when you sign I wanna dry The gas cans pour out just so long The sun, it shines for just so long I'm sure you'll love just so long and then so long, so long goodbye I try to make a spaceship happen but the math and engineering drag me headlong to the floor, or can I score a word or perhaps half understanding I've been digging myself silly, trenches too But here's some glue I can't ignore