I love your girlfriends, I love your punk rock

I love your big tits, I love your sidewalks

I love your Ginsberg, I love your Rimbaud

I love your faggots, I love your bimbos

I love your group pics, I love your tourists

I love your jazz fans, I love your purists

I love your hookups, I love your breakups

I fix your fuckups, I fix your makeup

I love your rhinestones, I love your long hauls

I love your truck stops, I love your strip malls

I love your Lana in the Marina

I love your Harvey, I love your Trina

I love your sick sins, I love your sweating

I love your Vegas low-budget weddings

I love your prom dress, I love your Ringwald

I love your bathrooms, I love the big stalls

I love your butches, I love your hot pants

I love your hard-ons, I love your Rorschachs

I love your thoughtcrime, I love your headphones

I love your canyons, I love your deadzones

I love your gentry, I love your raza

I love your Monty’s, I love your Masa

I love your Fairfax, I love your Hillhurst —

City of Angels, I love you headfirst

(To girls on Broadway in leather jackets:

I love your braces with purple brackets

I want to kiss you and taste the rubber

I want to come home and be your lover)

If I were lost now, it’s you I’d look for

As you keep changing, I’ll learn to love more.