Lady Godiva

Weed, California
we jump out of the van like we can walk stagnant off
kick dust on our shoes to prove our worth
falling off the deep end
calling the songs our friends
Lady Godiva driving naked as the crows over Cowshwitz
her fries and her Coke tipping over
driving off the deep end
calling the cops her friends
I heard you say you'd strip down the strip
sun baked, giddy, homing
you said that dead land keeps you awake
alive as Lady Godiva
Weed, California
lost in a sea of tube top Lady Godivas
the sun and the road tipping over