Jun 21
Back-Ordered Tears
It was when neon was no longer available
That they went mad.
There was nothing to cut the Formica.
Offbeat shouting dirty words
Dropping glitter on backward lands
Nothing seemed to help.
It was quarter to 2 in a small, dull town
Jukebox exhausted, coffee burned stale
A go-go girl sluffs on her bedroom slippers
Punches some feeling back into her thighs.
It was in those days musicians started dancing
Didn't have to touch their instruments.
In fact, they couldn't even stop the music playing
It was so much sadness in the world.
—Lorenzo Thomas
