(no subject)
the answer came
like a shot in the back
while you were running from your lesson,
which might explain
why years later all you could remember
was the terror of the question.
plus, you weren't listening hard,
you were stockpiling canned goods
and making a bomb shelter of our basement.
and i can't believe
you let the moral go by
while you were soaking in the product placement.
and where was your conscience?
where was your consciousness?
and where did you put all those letters
that you wrote to yourself
but could not address?
yeah, i'm a good kisser,
and you're a fast learner,
and that kind of thing could float us
for a pretty long time.
and then one day, you'd realized
you've memorized my phone number,
and you'll call it and find it's
a disconnected line.
cuz i got tossed out the window
of love's el camino
and i shattered into a shower
of sparks on the curb.
you were smoking me weren't you
between your yellow fingers,
you just inhaled and exhaled
without saying a word.
where was your conscience?
where was your consciousness?
and what did you do with all those letters
you wrote to yourself
but could not address?
there's a smorgasbord of unspoken poisons,
the whole childhood of potions
that are all bottled up,
and so one by one
i am dusting off labels,
i am uncorking bottles
and i am filling up cups.
go ahead and have a taste
of your own medicine.
here i'll have a taste of mine,
but first lets toast to the lists
that we hold in our fists
of the things that we promised to do
differently next time.
cuz the answer came like a shot in the back
while you were runnning from your lesson
which might explain
why years later all you could remember
was the terror of the question.
cause i'm not listening
to you anymore.
my head is too sore
and my heart's perforated
and i am mired in the marrow
of my "well ain't that funny?" bone,
learning how to be alone and devastated.
where was my conscience?
where was my consciousness?
and where do i put all these letters
that i wrote to myself
but could not address?