- Category: The Geometric Lover
- Written by Jim Dee
He's out in the vines with his girl,
Pointing far off into the richer fields,
And he's pulling her and her red face close in,
Lighting up a Camel, prying his way through prickers
For more berries to pick, better berries--
He squeezes the red and purple fruit,
Choosy as an old man at a bushel of plums.
He rubs the red front of his lighter for luck.
Later they're on a roller coaster and it's something
About the silhouette of a ferris wheel in the background,
Something about the powerful machinery,
About how the wooden frame bends just a little,
And about the sparks on the fast curves
Where she wants to float out of the car
With him and back into the fields;
This makes her scream and sink her face
Into the side of his leather jacket.