The broncos won And I'm still at a dead end job Didn't even watch the game, I was too busy washing trash cans. Heard about it through some magic rectangle. The kids call "social media"
about all the different things Lady Gaga looked like when she sang the national anthem. Heatmiser, pizza rolls, Dolly Parton Because one time Dolly Parton wore a red suit, Which I thought was kind of a stretch. I saw a commercial saying that more than 400,000 babies are born 9 months after the super bowl. You know what else is right around that time in February? Valentine's day I don't think I've ever been less **** than during the super bowl. Nobody looks at their man Half covered in Beer and nacho grease stains And goes "oh baby, that buffalo sauce gets me so wet" "I just wanna grab a fist full of your hair bend you over these pizza boxes an~" "No" "No" "N~I mean, I'd be into it" "No"
My girlfriend is in Florida working for Disney right now. They have her doing laundry in a musty basement with middle aged Mexican woman. It's apparently awful. "Ruins the magic" she says. Seeing cinderella scurrying around half naked doing her make up Wig cap and undergarments. Snow white with her nose up asking for kombucha Won't even make eye contact with the laundry vets Let alone my intern girlfriend. Who says these princesses would sooner **** a man covered in nacho grease. Then show her any respect.
I asked how the magic wasn't ruined before that. After watching the play hairspray when they yell "CUT! " and the actors go back to their miserable lives, I figured it out pretty young. This middle class manifesto Where making a livable wage is our life term goal. But she is the faithful type. Loves her a good miracle.
Like when she found out she was pregnant. Was She had already lost him. Or her I was over 3,000 miles away With another man she was drinking herself to sleep Praying to some porcelain god for me to stop I'm sure the morning sickness didn't help Her depression Or hangovers. Or the will to tell me, The man already greiving over one lost daughter we had lost another. Before we even knew she was there. I only tell her I love her.
She says she needs me around because I’m a taurus. I have no idea what she means by that. But I love hearing stories about mexican woman yelling in spanish at their iphone screens half naked princesses doing their makeup in hair nets. And her still believing in magic. She gives me something to dream about while I wash these trash cans.
Like watching hairspray together Her bending me over some chicken wings. Our little Princess.
My eyes might scan bookshelves, but I search for Blankets. I wont say a word, because it's already quite warm in here. My friends are yelling at each other, about bad politics, while there's testosterone on the blue screen. I sit on the floor and flick comrades off my lap. Little dark bug- I was quick to slap. It's clamorous, a broken plate, a blame game, then silence. Everyone else is on a smoke break. I sit on the sofa while we wait. I keep looking at Blankets. The warmth and comfort of Blankets. You know you fix heartbreak- by filling it up with empty cotton? so the blood soaks up, and the space is cramped, so those mushy feelings have no place to stay? I cover myself in the forms of Blankets. I am just one soppy broken heart, surrounded by the same on Super Bowl Day.
Blankets was this graphic novel by Craig Thompson I saw on my friend's bookshelf.
I have seen the bliss before the morning's dawn . I have taken kiss from a woman as she slept like a new born fawn . I have seen the sun and moon set together in a western sky . I have seen all the reasons now as we let our loving die .
I have seen the fog at times when there was nothing one could see . I have seen eternity from the mountains all the way down to the sea . I have seen love's kind embrace and felt it's breath upon my skin . But I don't even dare to dream there will be another like you again .
Oh , I have seen paradise through The yellow of the glass . Tasted it upon my tongue And it was so very nice . I have smelled the rose's fumes And it permanates the air For evermore I assumed But now face cold realities stare
I have seen the petals fall one by one by one I have seen the fingers slip away until there were none . I have this empty feeling at the bottom of my pit God it is so unwilling I think I'm feeling sick
Our love has evaporated After summer's rain Leaving steaming memories Heat and searing pain But I have not seen Nor think I ever will See a love again like this Forever that's so real