2-5-13

It's time for spring colors again,
for trees to bud, and snowy wet mud.
It isn't here yet today, but I'm waiting.

I smiled today, without telling myself that I had to.
I didn't hide from the sun.
and I noticed that the sky was as blue as your eyes.
but with a little bit less icy tones,
and a lot more love for me.

I can see stains on the window of every car.
I'm using myself as an ashtray.
The stereo is playing on, and my cigarettes long.
I'm not worried about you, or home, or health.
this is ambivalence we turned to gold.
I feel beautiful for once.
and once is forever.