Post Book Writing

17 06 2006

All the Same

A heart tangled in your alcoholic smile,
Doubt fills your tongue to disappointment before I speak,
I’m cogent, holding to my twist of truth,
Sometimes I cry because of what I heard the other night,
A brown haired girl pulled on my jacket in the downtown mall,
She said sometimes you’ve got to bleed to be unique,

The hundred dollar suits that wont fit in a year,
For the young boys who want to impress little girls
who couldn’t care to care,
Aren’t enough to prove they’re special here,
Tears stream down cheeks,
For there are three turquoise dresses matching,
Girls ashamed of thinking alike, for what, they’re all pretty outside,
And undateably immature,
So I’m in a quandary wondering how more
Makes extraordinary different from ordinary.

Summer Spent

Where was summer spent,
In the franchise gardens or about the sugary mist,
Between the silky sheets or with those stupid kids,
No instead I’m stuck tossing pennies into the pond,
Wishing someone else could lead me on,
Somehow a photographed stranger to all the seasons,
We knew life and candles burning dimly,
All the world turned a lifeless pale blue,
All my farsighted dreams speeding faster on more eventful streets.

A Sound Away

The topless car is rusting I can hear it,
There are people disappearing,
And stranger noises echo in my empty head,
Your arms are so distant the deepest spirits
Catch smaller strands near the East Bay,
Behind the pier, under Venus and Mars,
We’ll lie on our blankets drinking hard,
Oh oh, a golden sip drowns the ocean,
Oh oh, and no one knows we shouldn’t,
So oh, dive right in and disappear with him.

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