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- Strolling down the naked street, I follow brick facades and paint chipped doorways, listening to music from open windows above, static to the sleeping trios with silenced violins in cases of quarters Whiskey bottle wind chimes ****** on the curb in high pitched sonatas floating on waters from washed dogs and cars, denting front lawns in tread mark stupidity as the city pulls out the stops Sirens join in the festivities, out of tune with hopes for happiness, but running red lights just the same as envious teenagers fall from death metal logo’d skateboards, tearing already torn jeans While wondering why no one smiles anymore, a yellow cab stops, the window rolls down “Need a lift buddy?” and before I can answer, the back window rolls down and I see her, she pats the seat and motions me in As the car pulls away I ask, “Where we headed?” “To the sunset, I hear it’s beautiful this time of day” she giggles then leaning over, she kisses me “How was your day handsome?” she asks like a song “Perfect now, I just love happy endings”
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May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 7:05 PM UTC
Happy Endings
- Strolling down the naked street, I follow brick facades and paint chipped doorways, listening to music from open windows above, static to the sleeping trios with silenced violins in cases of quarters Whiskey bottle wind chimes ****** on the curb in high pitched sonatas floating on waters from washed dogs and cars, denting front lawns in tread mark stupidity as the city pulls out the stops Sirens join in the festivities, out of tune with hopes for happiness, but running red lights just the same as envious teenagers fall from death metal logo’d skateboards, tearing already torn jeans While wondering why no one smiles anymore, a yellow cab stops, the window rolls down “Need a lift buddy?” and before I can answer, the back window rolls down and I see her, she pats the seat and motions me in As the car pulls away I ask, “Where we headed?” “To the sunset, I hear it’s beautiful this time of day” she giggles then leaning over, she kisses me “How was your day handsome?” she asks like a song “Perfect now, I just love happy endings”
Good night Beautiful
chris-g
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May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 7:05 PM UTC
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