Lakes of Wine - Ola Podrida

It shreds my heart in a million different places every time

I think about the scrawled out cursive lines

In the notebook that we found by the roadside

That said: «I hope someday I’m deaf and dumb and blind.

I’ll skinny dip with girls in lakes of wine

and find my way by clutching to their thighs.

From one set to the next I’ll float through time,

my face slapped upon my stepping out of line.»

My heart does swell on remembering the words smeared on the wall

Of the dimly-lit abandoned bathroom stall

In the cinema in the abandoned mall

In all capitals said: «For a good time call

my girlfriends, they’re all living down the hall.

I lay awake at night and watch them fall

asleep, then I slowly attempt to crawl

into their beds and then proceed to kiss them all.»