Dec 19, 2004 22:19
i was a cigarette and you smoked
me
like nothing on a fri-
day night. we were all together at once in some
thing, some thing combustible.
come, bust. come, bust.
come.
i was a violin in another
life where you were a musician, and our bodies
were the same shape. we were both played but
by different ways
and means, and they used to ask us
does the passion play
the person or the person play
the passion? and on and on and
on.
i am a cycle, a cycle, a circle of
baby, please stay. puh-lease, this
is the part where the boy slams
the door and the girl
sits on the floor to cry,
cry, cry. i am
a cigarette and you smoked me
like nothing. like nothing, baby.
like us.