In the not too far off distance
I here the faint splashing of an indie song,
That reminds me of you ?
Maybe not of you,
But your gait
And if I want to reminisce about
Your demeanor I will twist
And gnarl and damage the song
To be who you were,
To me , it is as if
Whenever I think of the grand entrance
Of the natural history museum you are there
On the steps, in a deceitful black dress
And I weep like a wound infected
Half because you are heaven
An eighth because you are a day at the DMV
Or worse
I’m not alone
I have a partner for checkers
The computer
But I find that you can’t have a laugh
About how bad you are
With someone that much better than you
I’m now on loan
But what a strange feeling it is to own
Half of someone
Like when you take a lean
On a car,
Sure, the bank could take it back
But would they understand the eight-week-old,
Chulupa in the back seat?
Would anyone understand
Your tongue?
Or might they ****
The life out of it
Only to cut it out later
I recognize the song
And draw it closer to me
I have bent the sound to fit me,
To suit you,
Fake- deaf, I tune it out
Only to have my conk- shell –for- an- ear
Throw it back up in a fishy -mess
Then it laughs at me and says,
“Don’t be silly now, I’m your song forever.”
I can’t handle that
So I run away leaving my brain
Behind
My brain is on the ground bleeding
Saying, “Oh! How embarrassing to wear red after my birthday!”
Dec 23, 2009
Dec 23, 2009 at 8:18 AM UTC
In the not too far off distance
I here the faint splashing of an indie song,
That reminds me of you ?
Maybe not of you,
But your gait
And if I want to reminisce about
Your demeanor I will twist
And gnarl and damage the song
To be who you were,
To me , it is as if
Whenever I think of the grand entrance
Of the natural history museum you are there
On the steps, in a deceitful black dress
And I weep like a wound infected
Half because you are heaven
An eighth because you are a day at the DMV
Or worse
I’m not alone
I have a partner for checkers
The computer
But I find that you can’t have a laugh
About how bad you are
With someone that much better than you
I’m now on loan
But what a strange feeling it is to own
Half of someone
Like when you take a lean
On a car,
Sure, the bank could take it back
But would they understand the eight-week-old,
Chulupa in the back seat?
Would anyone understand
Your tongue?
Or might they ****
The life out of it
Only to cut it out later
I recognize the song
And draw it closer to me
I have bent the sound to fit me,
To suit you,
Fake- deaf, I tune it out
Only to have my conk- shell –for- an- ear
Throw it back up in a fishy -mess
Then it laughs at me and says,
“Don’t be silly now, I’m your song forever.”
I can’t handle that
So I run away leaving my brain
Behind
My brain is on the ground bleeding
Saying, “Oh! How embarrassing to wear red after my birthday!”
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