the recycle-able life
"My mother once said the world would never find peace until men fell at their women's feet and asked for forgiveness. This is true. All over the world, in the jungles of Mexico, in backstreets of Shanghai, in New York cocktail bars, husbands are getting drunk while the women stay home with the babies of the everdarkening future. If these men stop the machine and come home--and get on their knees--and ask for forgiveness--and the women bless them--peace will suddenly descend on the earth with a great silence like the inherent silence of the Apocalypse."
Cath..., she stands
with a well intentioned-man
but she can't relax
with his hand on the small of her back
And as the flashbulbs burst,
she holds a smile
like someone would hold a crying child
And soon everybody will ask
what became of you when your heart was dying fast
and you didn't know what to do
Cath..., it seems
that you live in someone else's dream
in a hand-me-down wedding dress
with the things that could've been,
all repressed
but you said your vows
and you closed the door
on so many men
who would've loved you more
The whispers that it won't last
roll up and down the pews
But if their hearts were dying that fast
they'd have done the same as you
and I've done the same as you.
eight hours i read and handed out styrofoam cups of worms. once, in the middle of all that, i unhooked a fishy as he made sad fishy lips gasping for water or maybe the worm. but damn, the more i read the more i fell in love and the more i was sad for america. this was the life that i wanted, that i dreamt of. i'm not crazy if someone wrote a book about it? the idea is "go". you have the urge to do something and you do it. you don't make a plan and you figure it out as you go. everything takes care of itself the way it's supposed to and there's no use fighting it because God already knows. it's a rather simple life, but the experience is the wealthiest and simultaneously the most fulfilling. i'm convinced i was born in the wrong decade or at least i'm meant to be the leader of the group who carries on the legacy they started 60+ years earlier. never one to admire leadership, i'll stick to cursing the 80's.
in 40 days it will all be over and it will all be beginning. i've mentally escaped already and i resent the things that remind me to stay in the present. i can't be what you want. you must think i'm the strangest girl. maybe so. i thwart your advances and take no notice of your retreat. my heart is god knows where and it apparently listens to no one but itself. fine by me. letting it be is easier than fighting it. i resign myself to irrationality.
Cath..., she stands
with a well intentioned-man
but she can't relax
with his hand on the small of her back
And as the flashbulbs burst,
she holds a smile
like someone would hold a crying child
And soon everybody will ask
what became of you when your heart was dying fast
and you didn't know what to do
Cath..., it seems
that you live in someone else's dream
in a hand-me-down wedding dress
with the things that could've been,
all repressed
but you said your vows
and you closed the door
on so many men
who would've loved you more
The whispers that it won't last
roll up and down the pews
But if their hearts were dying that fast
they'd have done the same as you
and I've done the same as you.
eight hours i read and handed out styrofoam cups of worms. once, in the middle of all that, i unhooked a fishy as he made sad fishy lips gasping for water or maybe the worm. but damn, the more i read the more i fell in love and the more i was sad for america. this was the life that i wanted, that i dreamt of. i'm not crazy if someone wrote a book about it? the idea is "go". you have the urge to do something and you do it. you don't make a plan and you figure it out as you go. everything takes care of itself the way it's supposed to and there's no use fighting it because God already knows. it's a rather simple life, but the experience is the wealthiest and simultaneously the most fulfilling. i'm convinced i was born in the wrong decade or at least i'm meant to be the leader of the group who carries on the legacy they started 60+ years earlier. never one to admire leadership, i'll stick to cursing the 80's.
in 40 days it will all be over and it will all be beginning. i've mentally escaped already and i resent the things that remind me to stay in the present. i can't be what you want. you must think i'm the strangest girl. maybe so. i thwart your advances and take no notice of your retreat. my heart is god knows where and it apparently listens to no one but itself. fine by me. letting it be is easier than fighting it. i resign myself to irrationality.