Just another night at the Nook

and he says off the gride and I'm thinkin'
no computer and cell phone and no bank card.
that for me is off the gride,
he then procceds with some lenght and factual tid bits.
I clench on the inside
piecing together all the pipes and hot water
coils.
that make up a solar panle.

dreams growen in the hearts of lovers
take flight in absents (and whiskey).

I want to remind him, but he sparkles
and the dream feeds this so
i don't.