Starlight Seen Through Veils of Tears

Is it a Belly of Muscles I see shaping underneath that turtleneck?

I never ever dreamt having the rusty trunk of a car against my Backside...

That's poison for my piles, the street is glimmering, 'cause it had rained all

night.

Please, do not think that I don't appreciate your generous Offer of a Ride...