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Jan 21, 2008 21:06








You are terribly

terribly pretty

When you lean over the

convenient store counter

pointing and waving your

finger in the sleeves that are torn

they’re always tore

but only at this store

it must be the florescent lightning

that makes my skin green

and your sleeves tore

as you point for the cigarettes

“No, not those,

no, the ones a little more over,

there, right beside the kind that

my mother used to smoke

at my birthday parties

she’d light the candles

with the ends of her cigarettes

and I always wished next year that

she wouldn’t.

Yep, those”

i mean 
you really must be a

gold metal winner in leaning
and i mean well

So terribly

terribly

pretty

two dollars and fifty

i’ll bet

your mother must be so proud

that you’re not married

so everyone can just

get a little bit of you

you’ve got hundreds of blue

ribbons hanging from your bedpost

you lean towards late breakfasts and French toast

you lean towards untied shoes and parcel posts

you lean towards sailboats and fur coats

you lean towards sickness diagnosed

you lean towards me in a puff of smoke

but you lean towards terribly

terribly pretty

deaths the most

and you smile at long yellow funerals









Phantom marching band thundering all through the towns, mountains, and other "Scandinavian/large/landscapes.jpg"
(super rare occurance found on the back of an essay I printed out at school, and other papers i've been finding)
i keep finding all these places on the backs of paper, sometimes right in my place day after day, probably beucase i am supposed to have been there.
maybe everywhere exsists like this at some point. it's hard to imagine otherwise, most everything happens within my windowframe someone on a bike goes by, and i fall in love with my neighbors on either sides. so, like, maybe i can just print out college and me being there(or me not at college and feeling completly ok about it), 
and then print out me being happy.

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I Am Bored
I Am Lonely
I Hate My Life
I Ain't Got Nobody
I Ain't Thick It's Just A Trick
I'm So Glad
I Feel So High

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