pompous bitch
she wanted to listen to pavarotti
smoke cloves and drink red wine.
she saw i had some tolstoy
and the collected works of richard aldington
and she asked me about my childhood,
what i thought of lucid dreams.
she said she talks to rainbows,
feels their sadness in the heat;
they remind her to remain gentle -
silent water in a crystal glass -
because she's an arrow with perfect steadiness
heading for palitana.
she wanted to hold my hand
and tell me that if i wanted to cry
the moon would understand.
i wanted to listen to petty
and drink pbr til' i was drunk,
stare up at the hanging stars -
paralyzed by nightfall -
and tell her about the time
i drank with a homeless man
at a greyhound station in blythe.
i told her i talk to myself
when i feel my sadness crawl on me;
it reminds me to keep laughing -
a hyena in the twilight -
because i'm a bullet with a melting shell
heading for bullhead city.
i wanted to go inside
and watch full house until i fell asleep.
some girls are so fucking immature.
smoke cloves and drink red wine.
she saw i had some tolstoy
and the collected works of richard aldington
and she asked me about my childhood,
what i thought of lucid dreams.
she said she talks to rainbows,
feels their sadness in the heat;
they remind her to remain gentle -
silent water in a crystal glass -
because she's an arrow with perfect steadiness
heading for palitana.
she wanted to hold my hand
and tell me that if i wanted to cry
the moon would understand.
i wanted to listen to petty
and drink pbr til' i was drunk,
stare up at the hanging stars -
paralyzed by nightfall -
and tell her about the time
i drank with a homeless man
at a greyhound station in blythe.
i told her i talk to myself
when i feel my sadness crawl on me;
it reminds me to keep laughing -
a hyena in the twilight -
because i'm a bullet with a melting shell
heading for bullhead city.
i wanted to go inside
and watch full house until i fell asleep.
some girls are so fucking immature.