Jun 30, 1999

Semi-conscious suburban white girl strikes a pose for me
Girl becomes woman like a spring flower
Me bee, must pollinate
Drink beer, attempt to mate,
with the fresh flower.
We can not be friends ?
Did I deny you her chance ?
With this,
we understand.
Only later can apologies come
When the heat is gone,
No flower to inhale...
But now, the furnace of love possessiveness burns
beyond our control
Around this,
does all revolve
Pretty flower,
won't you be mine ?