Birthday in the Sun

birthday in the sun

she was a pill
with a lot of licks
i wasn't sick
wanting to heal the music seduced
her fingers weaved
-notes that spoke
to me w/ her hips it was more luck
ah, what the fuck
today i am here
she's sybil buck and her skin shed
fashion was dead
french punk in nyc
revival's in my head birthday in the sun
never had such fun
a deal forever done
= today i am one ...

written 1:18 p.m. saturday afternoon
november 8, 2008 in the middle of the bed