the moment that i laid eyes on you
time simply ceased to be
the globe stopped its spinning
and the lights started dimming
and the heathens began their fevered singing
and i forgot just who i was
the instant that your eyes fell upon my frame
i got thrown back into reality again
and i crash landed feet-first into a chair
it was fair
we both had to stifle our giggling
you spoke smoothly
almost orchestrally
some sort of poetic sing-song
heavily laced with the accent of the place that i hope to someday find you
"chicago, chicago, that toddling town..."
i hope i find you soon
wearing that same sleepy looking smile
and your news-boy cap
and that shoulder strap sack that i'd like to think you kept stuffed to the brim with college-rulled ball-point ballet
but that was years ago
now there's more than just arrhythmias and murmurs and excited flesh between our heavy chests
now there's lines drawn between our toes
lines scratched into the sands of time with the force of lightning's strike
worry lines
telephone lines
state lines
lines that furrow across the face of the map
things tend to fade out like that
the way the last track on your favorite record fades slowly to the sound of a skipping needle
i'm still unsure if i imagined you into existence
or if you only existed in my imagination
either way
i wish you'd have stayed a while longer
Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 5:54 PM UTC
the moment that i laid eyes on you
time simply ceased to be
the globe stopped its spinning
and the lights started dimming
and the heathens began their fevered singing
and i forgot just who i was
the instant that your eyes fell upon my frame
i got thrown back into reality again
and i crash landed feet-first into a chair
it was fair
we both had to stifle our giggling
you spoke smoothly
almost orchestrally
some sort of poetic sing-song
heavily laced with the accent of the place that i hope to someday find you
"chicago, chicago, that toddling town..."
i hope i find you soon
wearing that same sleepy looking smile
and your news-boy cap
and that shoulder strap sack that i'd like to think you kept stuffed to the brim with college-rulled ball-point ballet
but that was years ago
now there's more than just arrhythmias and murmurs and excited flesh between our heavy chests
now there's lines drawn between our toes
lines scratched into the sands of time with the force of lightning's strike
worry lines
telephone lines
state lines
lines that furrow across the face of the map
things tend to fade out like that
the way the last track on your favorite record fades slowly to the sound of a skipping needle
i'm still unsure if i imagined you into existence
or if you only existed in my imagination
either way
i wish you'd have stayed a while longer
to the chicago cowboy who galloped off into the sunset with my wild-fire imagination so many moons ago.
to that awkward indiana jones,
the evasive huckleberry finn.
to the muse who slipped right passed me in the night,
like a ship in a new-moon harbor.
