GPS

i put my hand on your thigh

i’m your guy

you reach over and hold it

show me how to downshift

sunny skies, my eyes on

the trees outside

i don’t know where we are, but i

i like when you’re steering

these pastoral planes

roll cylindrically, oh

my, my vision’s astral

and the two-seater

droning over sounds

symphonically spiritual

i’m solar you’re lunar what we’re doing has never

been done before

you put your hand on my thigh

pull in tight

i reach over and steer

you shift into a higher gear

the chemtrails of your bed

room window derail my

sonar. this is the location

i like when i like

where we’re going

i put my hand on your thigh

you’re my guy

you reach over and hold it

show me how to downshift