Parking Space

libraries are full of red screaming words
that no one ever heard, so they were written
music has rooms to hide in, so I go there often
we've all got lots of people wanting
to be our brother or sister
while our own bloodline is depreciating
like a dark moon
and good boys aren't loved
they are overlooked
bars become temples
but the philosophers are only liars
dirty loud ones


some of us hide in crowds or in corners
becoming a character that no one knows
we just want beautiful sexy romance
the night seems to promise


we close our eyes
our face a salt lick


boys with beautiful eyes
never seem to see us
we are too wild, too free, untamable
we are happily parked in empty parking lots
where silence is welcome
where we drink rum and coke
in our vintage convertible Volkswagens