"Stale Sodas"
April 14, 2000

Back in America,
Just like Stale Sodas on tour
bruises on my knees
from falling down drunk
Publications are lying
High on the top bunk,
and high on mind drugs;
Hablando espanol
con los Shadows in the hall
Tired of bruises
So I try not to fall;
A muffled theme escapes the guitar
Fingers tied up, tied up to the bar;
Where did the boy go
Whose ears were perked up?
He's losing free motive
It's leaving his cup!
Wipe off the table
While I lick it off the floor!
Before it starts to evaporate,
Keep pouring! Pour!
A refill will surely do him good-
Don't let him get away!
He left his notebook straying behind
But it doesn't want to stay;
Now we're back in America,
Just like Stale Sodas on tour
There's to be no more falling,
No more licking the floor.

Adrienne E Helms
nothingfancy@juno.com