i want to start this like an
intake of breath before a song
shoulders rolling forward from
experiments gone wrong
and there’s still too many hours in the day
where are you white car?
spin faster black wheels
and we’ll go away so we can come back
twisted newspaper embarrassed
from how many times i’ve scanned it with my eyes
and people around me doing important things
polite coughs, open books, moving pens
contrast with this empty head
it’s fine, it’s okay, ’cause i’ll wake up tonight
pull the rug from under distractions
and we’ll toast to getting lost
while finding ourselves
fingers run through my hair
remind me it’s all in a day’s work
untitled
April 10, 2002untitled
April 1, 2002collide with me, sweet darling
we claim forever so let’s start tonight
anxieties so pent up inside the jars of our minds
let’s drive nine hours to the shore
just to write our names in the sand (with a heart)
and just like commercials, we’ll gaze into the sunset
two hours and 49 minutes, we’ll shave some time off
that ticking countdown until i’ll take your last name
strange looks, you’re too young
arched eyebrows, you’ll miss out on fun
since when did daily paradise become a prison?
world priorities are ignorable noise and i’m deaf anyway
we’ll shut them out and throw caution in the wind
never look back, we’ll never look back
no pillars of salt, no aching thoughts
to conquer these chains meant to lift up
hold this day between your fingers like this, you see?
kiss like water and live like flying
out of this grain i am born
Posted by mandaloo
Posted by mandaloo