The Pope of Greenwich Village

i remember how warm the bread was when i reached the staircase that led to remembering everything
why can i dance better when i know i have an excuse to forget what you told on me in the middle of the 7th song
when's the next time lady luck's going to wear the red dress again, yes the red dress, the dress that takes away attention from wedding rings on the hands of father time
the ring that reminds me of my my fear of circles and provokes the stutter in trigger fingers when you're trying to stick up for your little brother
the same feeling you get when you're trying to figure out whether you have a big dick or not and can get away with leaving in the morning after she told you it was her first time
turning the corner on a purposely made wrong turn keeps me wearing my best hat until it's time for dinner again and it's time for me to take my shoes off
pardon for being late, i'm was trying to find a coin to flip to see if i should confess to you that i was trying other peoples cooking
color in your smoke exhalations for more detail to put in frames and finally remove dust from your truth's past when you hallucinated the one who stopped you from having to run ever again because of their ability to catch up