The way you want its

lane-marking drum line not to end's
like the first time you listen

to Blur's Coffee & TV;
bring on the highway,

the hedonistic drawl
of Corgan's limp wrist

out the passenger-side window.
For the tallish boy we all destroyed

who hugged his Melon Collie double set
as young Joaqin Phoenix clutched

his porn in Parenthood ?±
I always thought he hoped the song

was where his older brother had gone,
hit by a semi-trailer while

fielding a cricket ball on Christmas Eve,
carried along to where Tooronga Road

turns into Dandenong & eternity.
Sorry. This is getting a bit

Stand By Me.