so if your lover should leave don’t get too sad.Richard Edwards
and don’t compose epic poems to win her back…
‘cause when your bird has flown, she’ll never return home.
though all your life you’ll wait, she never will return.
to waste your life
this time in the light
small flame in the night
The lightening in this room doesn’t do a thing for you,
and your complexion.
I’m sorry but it’s the truth.
You look like the goddamn living dead.
But honestly I don’t care how you do,
or don’t your hair.
You’re ugly on the inside.
The makeup that you use to catch some eyes,
and hide your imperfections,
does little to conceal an ego that’s been bruised many times.
But you’ve left it at home,
with your underwear.
But honestly I don’t mind, who you do or don’t today.
You’re still ugly on the inside.
You’ve got time to change.
Now go ahead and drink those drinks,
Someone will drive you home.
Because what I’m feeling inside,
Or, maybe I’m blind,
But I just can’t see how this is helping me.
I should have stayed back there with you on the coast of Maine…
it’s good to see that you are doing well, and well enough to be
laughing here with me. ‘cause what we did, there’s no excuse for it. you know i love you so, and it hurts to know what i did
it was only once
i want you to know that i will always love you, and always be your friend. and never leave you again
7-Eleven parking lot.
A toothless woman turned and stopped. I gave her a dime and a Chesterfield. She leaned down and kissed my cheek. I was scared but it felt sweet. She asked me if I had a name. I told her I was glued up on some chick. We sat and smoked against the wall. Drank a beer, felt the chill of fall.
I took my car and drove it down the hill by your house. I drove so fast. The wind it couldn’t cool me down, so I turned it around and came back up. You were waiting on your step, steam showing off your breath and water in your eyes.
We pulled each other into one, parkas clinging on the lawn and kissed right there.
I dreamt last night that I had fled / and woke up chasing sleep again / the blankets taped up to the blinds / now droop and dangle from one side / the city’s still in rust / it’s still chewing up all that I love / the city’s still in rust / it’s still chewing up all that I love / don’t want the sun to glare through / the sprawl wants me to stick / and strangle me with it’s streets / it wants me to acknowledge it / thank it for all it’s done / like a surface to stand on / like a surface to stand on / but I don’t owe it anything / I grew up faster than I wanted to / but I don’t owe it anything / I grew up faster than I wanted to / I sprouted from a stem and bloomed / despite the light that leaks into my room / one day I swear I’ll flee / I’ll escape this town / I’ll drag it’s chains with me / sundered from the ground
You’re not just a muse…
You’re also amusing.
You keep throwing bricks,
And I’ll pretend you’re building.
I wanna go…
I wanna know, and understand the basic concept of human completeness.
I wanna go…
I wanna know how to feel like everyone does.
How to see like everyone else does.