They wore their clothes 'til the stitches
popped and frayed, and the girls
let their dresses fall
to their ankles.
What does it mean to "wear"?,
They yelled at us, naked by the fire.
And we didn't know what to
say, when it came to the question
of wearing. 'Cos we've been worn-out,
but that's different. Or is it?
What do we do when our clothes
have worn through?
Stop wearing them down
and stop wearing them.
We had such a better grasp
on this last week, when we'd wake
from dreams about gun play
in Seattle, or was it L.A.?
The television can only do so much
for us, and will not help with problems
of the hearth and nubile co-eds
strutting around it, forsaking
their clothes and all others. The idea
has gotten away from me but
will come back, like the sharp sticks
that are coming for our eyes.
Have we seen too much of the girls?
Have we worn out our welcome?
Oh! ha ha. There are many meanings.
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