Drunk - it's the real thing baby

Nov 20, 2010 08:45

Once while in Cleveland, Ohio

you told me
you were sweeping the floor, and singing,
wouldn't i want the real thing?
take a chance on the real thing?
you would take wing, to catch a moment
and be in DC. for that moment
I did not reply
But I was the long mane in a peach dress
I was beautiful, unmistakable in this hundred crowd
of humans who lived without the help of Hollywood
something which would never offer anything to me
you smoked cigarettes, passing judgment
small hands, large enough for love, held beer
as they swept in gestures broad
sweeping was an apparent avocation
a true love really, a devotion even
I watched your thumb flick ashes upon
the head of those rocking on pedestals below
not deserved not earned
and most of all, not desired.
Drunk, this didn't make for a good night
Sober it would have sucked
Later, I had never been more depressed
the pedestal which had rocked the floor below
had also tumbled you, the real thing
Don't you want the real thing?
Don't you want the real thing?
no not really, I'd rather read the press release

Alessiana  Last night's date and yes drunk, but with techno and tequila;. nary a beer in sight
and while I don't smoke anymore, I'll always love you
you piss me off
enormously
you piss me off
I love you anyway

note to self: avoid the self proclaimed anonymous broom
It's the real thing

alessiana, Nov 2010

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2010, poem, curly headed pain it the ass, brain dump, i don't need a man anymore

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