naked in a hot tub with Garry Marshall

seems like I had weird dreams last night

I was naked in a hot tub with Garry Marshall

you were changing men like you change your clothes—

George Clooney was whining because he was all alone for Thanksgiving

and I knew we wouldn’t get out of there alive.

A buffet was laid out, all you can eat.

I had two servings of your kiss, and your lies for dessert;

I left craving your touch

Machine Gun Fellatio was playing on the radio-

“Rollercoaster” I think it was-

while someone yelled “you can’t take away my birthday”

and I remembered it was yours.

Maybe there’s more I’m forgetting

(dreams tend to be that way)

I just remember waking myself up

before you could say goodbye.