Jan 25, 2003 16:39
red tea bag bombs off your balcony
and me lying and baking in patches of sunshine on your floor
im fine knowing youre in the next room
records and paintings in piles
windows open
sirens
bikes
and its cold
i love it there for so many reasons because you can walk down south street and buy ridiculous amounts of flowers for two or three dollars
i like to smother your apartment in them when i am there
once i took string and threaded all the petals
i hung them under the doorway on your balcony
at night id lay in your bed and wait for you and id watch them dance outside your tiny window
we blow bubbles down the alley
and i like when they float to the top of the building across from yours
there are huge pigeons everywhere
and from my first visit there when we climbed to the roof so you could show me your city i called them fatties
and it just stuck
i think i like it so much cause its so noisy
and so busy
and the cabs seem like they fly everywhere
but you make it a balance
red tea bag bombs off your balcony
make the best sound when they hit the concrete
feels like im swallowing christmas
and its happening in such a tiny room