Rocks Like Rocks Themselves

The last time I checked
Vicki was working some club
in California

shopping around songs
looking for a record deal.
The last time I checked

the dinosaurs still
were in rocks like rocks themselves.
I miss her so much.

Vicki I mean not
this or that cool dinosaur.
I’m not stuck in rocks

I’m not rock myself
but I can’t go—I won’t go—
to California.

I miss her so much.
I know how dinosaurs feel.
Rocks. Like rocks themselves.

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