Smoke was pulled in ribbons
From the windows of the car.
I followed the flash of silver from your teeth.
Above the tarmac, the lights were icy-green,
Buried in patterns in your chest,
A quiet shimmering.
Little dipper, tiara-shine, song bird shivery, the thin, thin dime.
chorus: Smoke like ribbons
Songs were pulled in ribbons
From the window of the car:
Lost along the shoulders of the highway.
Cake walk dancers unwind from their spin,
Singing, "Lawty, lawty, loved him."
Stark don't give a flat fuck.