We left the Summer too long,
that is ran off and absconded,
turned to Autumn,
made blue skies red.
I got told that
there’s a girl for every thought,
by a man with brown eyes.
He took a train South at
nine fifteen with a bought
bag of lies tucked between forearm
and chest; below the neck but still high enough.
Hide behind new names
devised by haircut disasters and
*** gin and past-their-sell-by-date jokes,
thought up in hotel lobbies
in front of a front desk clerk,
oblivious to everything but hotel work.
Nov 15, 2012
Nov 15, 2012 at 9:41 AM UTC
We left the Summer too long,
that is ran off and absconded,
turned to Autumn,
made blue skies red.
I got told that
there’s a girl for every thought,
by a man with brown eyes.
He took a train South at
nine fifteen with a bought
bag of lies tucked between forearm
and chest; below the neck but still high enough.
Hide behind new names
devised by haircut disasters and
*** gin and past-their-sell-by-date jokes,
thought up in hotel lobbies
in front of a front desk clerk,
oblivious to everything but hotel work.
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