another plane went down today in the atlantic nine miles off shore and every single black car that goes by just might be yours i haven t moved from this spot i sit her watching tv in bed i wanna see if the crash was sabotage i wanna know if everyone is dead i remember when i was fifteen me and liz would ride around we liked to smoke in the car in the winter with all the windows rolled down i had a dream a plane exploded over my lake one afternoon i still remember the feeling when i woke up i can t describe the magnitude so many other dreams the one i had today you and the italian woman naked your fingers between her legs she lay like a body in the water she barely made a sound she fell as quiet as quiet as a leaf falling to the ground meanwhile back on earth i told you to fuck off and go away i ve gotta call my friend who moved from new york to la five days before christmas last year his girlfriend died in a plane crash he says the way that it happen is your heart is so heavy it rips away upon impact and then you just bleed inside you don t even feel a thing they found her on a hill in colombia intact among the debris so many other dreams the ones where i m on death row the ones where i don t know why the ones where my parents drove i wish i was with you now down at the sixth street bar laughing at the singer smoking in the car