"Rebecca" and "Hippie Girls"

she seemed vaguely free
at least in the hips and the eyes and the movement and thoughts
in the sparse barroom night
and flowed
with snaking arms
through the accoustic guitar chords




maybe its their skirts
or the way their arms move
like sexual and charmed snakes
but not really with the music
or the hollow eyes
staring past this world
deep into some zen in the dark
or how they replace the word God with Music
and love it unconditional
and trust it unwavering

or maybe its just cuz
they seem open at first glance
to the thought
prowlin
through my head
at that
moment

but hippie girls
spark my eyes
in the lonely lonely loud
barroom night