auto...me

in the early wake of the sun,
reeling from throbbing heads,
a yesterdays disaster,
at times,
i make wishes to no falling stars,
that i never listen to Dolly Parton,
or,
Kenny Rogers,
for they make that island in the stream,
sparkle,
hear them talk of making love,
and how they can't leave,
without the other around,
riding together,
no one in between,
and my heart then wishes to sail,
sail away,
to that other world,
oh!
how beautiful they make the world,
for three minutes a fantasy,
and then am back,
back to the noises of the route 237,
45 blaring like another davids dance,
damn what did i just,
guess its the liqour in my stream,
please pardon me reader,
am just out of me..