concrete streams bisect distant lawns crossed by foot
under endless faintly sprinkled constellations.
warm, this lost in passing.
your face, never seen - nor felt by
our passengers, a chirpy rasp
of a jet emerging - this of crickets,
this of directions to the lilac street lamp.
Sunday, November 18, 2012
prozac
gotta try somethin new
gotta try somethin new
gotta try somethin new
make my blues go away
writing letters to a daughter I might have someday
gotta try somethin new
make my blue goes away
drinkin all night and moping all day
gotta try somethin new
make my blues go away
I put on some makeup
made my face into clay
kissed some new lips
that had nothing to say
took a multi-vitamin
stalked some new prey
gotta try something new
make my blues go away
gotta try somethin new
gotta try somethin new
make my blues go away
writing letters to a daughter I might have someday
gotta try somethin new
make my blue goes away
drinkin all night and moping all day
gotta try somethin new
make my blues go away
I put on some makeup
made my face into clay
kissed some new lips
that had nothing to say
took a multi-vitamin
stalked some new prey
gotta try something new
make my blues go away
our town (max redux, masha tribute, new mexico homesick)
chirp on, sprinklers.
the faintly-lawns see you, you lost passenger-foot:
your face warms to a lilac felt by
passing jets. constellations of Corona
on the sidewalk rasp underfoot.
have you listened to the distant
crickets? endless in both directions.
a streetlamp, heard.
the faintly-lawns see you, you lost passenger-foot:
your face warms to a lilac felt by
passing jets. constellations of Corona
on the sidewalk rasp underfoot.
have you listened to the distant
crickets? endless in both directions.
a streetlamp, heard.
Urbanism III
this chirp of crickets
lilacs lawns, sidewalk endless
in both directions
faintly-seen jet stream
bisects the emerging constellations
lost passengers
they have never heard of our town
nor seen your face by streetlamp corona
felt the warm concrete underfoot
listened to a distant raspy sprinkler
this chirp of crickets
lilacs lawns, sidewalk endless
in both directions
faintly-seen jet stream
bisects the emerging constellations
lost passengers
they have never heard of our town
nor seen your face by streetlamp corona
felt the warm concrete underfoot
listened to a distant raspy sprinkler
this chirp of crickets
we listened to that macklemore song already
you're the most interesting you can be at
11pm on a saturday when you apologize for
ignoring me so unsurreptitiously
we're lukewarm and not-
quite-the-same as we once were
like left overs
11pm on a saturday when you apologize for
ignoring me so unsurreptitiously
we're lukewarm and not-
quite-the-same as we once were
like left overs
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