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"marcie" poems
sleepy it's one am. and the colors are flowing remember those lights changing in the attic, sloped ceilings and a hookah we sat on the floor and he stared at the doorknob, and we discussed the width of the closet pillows on the ground, people on the pillows, faces in shadows, smiles and heavy-lidded eyes love for those friends who aren't friends but are. love for those friends who are more. we drink we smoke we laugh we listen to grime and dance around the tin foil and smoke and the blinds are closed and the door is locked and we have to be quiet because shh, the neighbors. and I didn't know you before but now i do because you're drunk and i don't know what i am but i said hi and you adjusted your yellow beanie and smiled at me. you make music, i learn, and we talk and we talk and we talk then driving, the streetlights flood, he said it was like surfing and that he was chill and he couldn't remember and he stepped in the snow with socked feet, he lost his birkenstocks he found his birkenstocks he flipped his hair and his red eyes were content and then Let it Be came on the radio and I sang the tune while my legs twitched and my foot twitched on the gas pedal and she laughed from the backseat and I wondered how wide the road was and how much air there is to breathe in the world, and then the cold felt so great red lights flashing, stop. go. home. i'm smiling at the orange of the fire there's a hamster running besides me and i wonder if he is happy they were happy, and i forget where the money is but she slipped it in my pocket snacks in the kitchen its one am drink some water, there's always Marcie's Diner in the morning.
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Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 1:31 AM UTC
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sleepy it's one am. and the colors are flowing remember those lights changing in the attic, sloped ceilings and a hookah we sat on the floor and he stared at the doorknob, and we discussed the width of the closet pillows on the ground, people on the pillows, faces in shadows, smiles and heavy-lidded eyes love for those friends who aren't friends but are. love for those friends who are more. we drink we smoke we laugh we listen to grime and dance around the tin foil and smoke and the blinds are closed and the door is locked and we have to be quiet because shh, the neighbors. and I didn't know you before but now i do because you're drunk and i don't know what i am but i said hi and you adjusted your yellow beanie and smiled at me. you make music, i learn, and we talk and we talk and we talk then driving, the streetlights flood, he said it was like surfing and that he was chill and he couldn't remember and he stepped in the snow with socked feet, he lost his birkenstocks he found his birkenstocks he flipped his hair and his red eyes were content and then Let it Be came on the radio and I sang the tune while my legs twitched and my foot twitched on the gas pedal and she laughed from the backseat and I wondered how wide the road was and how much air there is to breathe in the world, and then the cold felt so great red lights flashing, stop. go. home. i'm smiling at the orange of the fire there's a hamster running besides me and i wonder if he is happy they were happy, and i forget where the money is but she slipped it in my pocket snacks in the kitchen its one am drink some water, there's always Marcie's Diner in the morning.
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Pardon me I called her by her name She's not just my mom She's my safe haven even when he wasn't here she loved me twice as much She hugged me at night Kissed my head every morning Shivered in the car at the bus stop with me She loves me she can't deny Not because she has to but because I'm a part of her she can't get away from She stays forgiving she's my mom No matter who I love She's alway my first Always the reason i smile
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Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 8:50 PM UTC
Marcie