The other aspect of last night's dream

The cave opened up into New York City like it was some sort of cobwebby denial the SKY the ROOF the DARKNESS was palpable.
I saw those hobos, those 9-5 prostitutes, with all their bitter rags and sodomy, it was almost so pretty.
You need to take a tram to where you're going and the tram is never on time and it's always fucking 1232 and 1232 is no time for you.

She's back up on the hill, what the fuck is she waiting for? Was it something I said, did I give her regrets, did I do something stupid now?
I guess I'll crawl back up so slowly, please eat my heart and owe me, this is not what I had in mind. This is not what made me find
you so attractive.

But then she's saying it's all right and I'm calling for twilight cause back up to the Andes we'll go.
And I'll push her back against the railing, she'll push back with lips and send me sailing, on my back I'll be trailing.... little bits of glitter.