What Were You Thinking?

Establish a beachhead 
at the point of turning back.  
Then the groundhog 
can keep it 
going for 
one day to the power of 
110.  
Around and around we spin.
Touch tips 
with the fingers 
of a dead man, 
and wonder 
which was who? 

This is the last time 
you'll sip my absinthe,  
You can get your own.
...if I'm the one paying
why are you the only learning?  
 
What was I thinking?  
No questions! 
 
She promised to have us both, 
but not back to back.  
Spit rotisserie
chicken fried friends.  
Those are my jeans.  
Got 'em off whose floor?  
This is like just 
back when 
we said never again.  
 
What was I thinking?  
Forgot the weather scan.
My slicker is the lube.  
And tune the radio 
all the way around, 
stop where it's best 
to be found. 
Rocking on the coast 
from coast to coast 
the highway -- 
two lane blacktop 
screaming from the roof of a Ford.   

What were you thinking?  
Are you me? 
I can't stop to inquire 
what I know. 
Hit the lights 
for the flash strobe 
we're all dancing in.  
Slide to the fade 
and blackout 
time travel 
to that place
we could get shot for shots.  
Drink me happy. 
Drink me horny.  
Drink my blood! 
This is the party 
I've been planning 
without thinking. 
 
And she seemed like a queen, 
so we're worshipping.  
But who is she? 
The one we started out the evening.  
I doubt it. 
But who cares? 
Too many investigating:  
what's up now and what's next.  
 
Stop having a mind, 
pour out for the flow, 
and follow.