Karen Park, when your body gave ground
One o 'clock, June 6th, sun now
Margaritas and disposable days
Folded arms and a felt -your
Speedy eyes and I want what I want.
The truth cut with adrenalized fear.
Our cash baggies and our ashtray beers.
I know, you know, I want to love you
but I can't let go, honey it never stops,
no it never stops, but Karen Park
when the culture crashed down, it's
all of Brooklyn's washed out.
I bet the future on an ice cream cone.
Kept it secret till I took you home.
The day split to two sides.
The leaves laughed, the bed burned
when your beauty bled out
Twenty years in my cottonball mouth
I said I'd never even think of it
So we slept, the sun left