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heart sized fitting room
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Tag: Lovers
transitional paradox
it’s hard to look you in the eyes
and tell you i failed
when all i want to do
is give you
something to be proud of
quarantine crush
can hear the singing
two buildings over
three stories up,
she’s cooking dinner
she loves Otis Redding
can see her shadow sometimes
as she spins by;
she saw me once
waved and went about
she had her hair up,
maybe she was cleaning,
i wish i was wearing a better shirt-
next time
hands and knees
they begged for change
and they got bills
years before weeks
future tense
was your only sense
so you payed twice the cents;
the river in front of your feet
was too close
could only see
trout in the stretch-
bless these knees
for that jump will be incredible
to chance the ending
before the wicked pending
igor
transfused:
bleeding finger tips
over your tan washed drum kit
dragging your worship like a rotting corpse.
early on sundays to meet
before wandering eyes can undress
my wishful thinking;wishing
and put her in wolf fur.
i am sorry for missing our date
not one to do that
but
i can’t promise
that it won’t
happen again
heroes rising
trouble is
they have been here
on the street
singing for a nickel
‘this is art’
blaming the system
for paiting a red ‘x’
on the front of their backs
who are you
power to the nightmare
calling Julie;
she came with a Cape
caught in a turbine
and gone
calling Julie;
just a name i read in a book
someone across the globe
reading a book
with the name Tyler.
silent auction
i do not remember
the last thing she said
as she walked out
with crumbled panties
and a ripped ticket stub
leap leap
jump jump
let the past be past
jump jump
the slam behind
is the closet for the nines
fines build
lines fluid
jump jump
the rope
jump jump
the broom
jump higher
higher flyer
on a billboard
off the closest exit
in the old closet
jump jump
the old days
Saint's Muse 