Hitch-Hiking To Weaver

We can dance out on the summer porch
around the month of June.
We can deal our drugs to the devil
and up and die or move.
We can pour our slanted feelings
off the pier into the bay.
But I believe we need to do more,
disappear and slip away.
We can spontaneously separate together,
and hitch-hike to Weaver St.
We can ask the air to give birth again,
turn tricks in the back of SUVs.
(on the legendary Weaver St.)
(you and I, we will up and meet.)
(you'll be my boyfriend, I'll be a tease.)
(we can get a breath of fresh air along with relief.)
(we can do all this and more, you see.)
(on legendary Weaver St.)