Smells like autumn smells like leaves you don't   know that you'll rust and not belong so much   and then get left alone.   Suck it up take a ride and take a walk.   Don't you know that old folks homes   smell so much like my own.- The hotcha girls   at the palisades dime store keets..... Pretty birds   ..... Pretty mouths.   Mamas little truck stop rose, her dancy-Feet her   Happy laugh. We were dropping dimes on the ponies   in the cul de sac, casting shadows throwing sparks. We left   our teeth marks on the barrel of the gun.... The   clipper ship across your chest. Turns out the pony   only had one trick, a wink for the truck   stop boys. They learned it all from   the polaroids.   Smells like autumn smells like leaves you   don't know that you'll rust up and not belong so much   and then get left alone. Suck it up take   a ride and take a walk don't you know that   old folks homes smell so much like my own   home. Time bends light, paints all peeling,   wait outside, take four rights.   The hotcha girls in the palisades, dime store   keets pretty birds pretty mouths. Glass eyes   and in the wooden teeth. The engines roasting   in deep deep sleep....it waits. The mail   came from miles away, the postal man   is always late, and we wait and we wait.   Tight lipped with a big 'ol mouth, the government   workers all deaded south while it rained   glassy eyes and the wooden teeth, the engine   rusted in deep deep sleep. And it waits, and it   waits, to awake.*