when you speak i feel hurty
where were we?
making sandwiches
the white rain falling on the
town
while the cabby said to the lazy lady
"where's me money?"
the lazy lady replying.
"my boyfriend wants no babies,
oh where am i to go now?"
but where were we?
cutting apart the pirate
the white rain falling on the
town
a forest ranger holding a black baby
"it's not how it appears"
the black overweight hotel receptionist screaming
"here are your room keys,
they will not work when you get to your room"
but where were we?
the plane falling from the sky
the white rain falling on the
town
her soft and barren loins filling the
captain's room
"i'd like a diet coke please?"
the undulating eyes of the broken airline steward
"i wanted to travel and see the world
and have sex with strange men..."
but where were we?
…in uniform enjoying expensive drinks
the white rain falling on the
town
…late at night in the exotic hotel bars
leaving behind the starched confines
"of my youth in the neck of tennessee?"
not my thin body and perfect hair
"breathing in the blue air of strangers and
always using the food to stop the bleeding"
2 comments:
I know,
my feelers are hurty too.
So far, only music, love, and freedom seems to stop the bleeding.
i get this .. not sure i know why & like that i do ,,,
but to feel sharply is that two-way street into the something more ,,,,
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