(no subject)
HERE IS THE STORY, my loved ones
we were lying in the dark
and my eyes were kinda closed
and I was drunk
and everything was lace-edged
his words breaking like scallops against my ears
his breath soft on my face
and all these words were pouring through my mind faster than I could catch them
so in that crumpled darkness
I just wrote.
eyelid paper
my neck was stubble-burned
"I'm good to drive"
and then driving there was this man walking alongside the road
and his cell phone
and his head, his animal head
and his stupid Pan legs were catching the light
twinkles flicking off my retina
The moral of the story is I remember nothing when I drink.
The moral of the story is that I deserve more than I-don't-know's and never's and
I deserve more than no-no-no's against my lips in the dark and
I want more than uncertainty and a man who doesn't want in.
I want a dude with style, I want a dude who's into me, I want a dude with big teeth. Sing for me, let's buy rum drunk and steal posters drunk and run laughing at that guy playing the trumpet. I mean I want in, finally. Mostly. I want in.
we were lying in the dark
and my eyes were kinda closed
and I was drunk
and everything was lace-edged
his words breaking like scallops against my ears
his breath soft on my face
and all these words were pouring through my mind faster than I could catch them
so in that crumpled darkness
I just wrote.
eyelid paper
my neck was stubble-burned
"I'm good to drive"
and then driving there was this man walking alongside the road
and his cell phone
and his head, his animal head
and his stupid Pan legs were catching the light
twinkles flicking off my retina
The moral of the story is I remember nothing when I drink.
The moral of the story is that I deserve more than I-don't-know's and never's and
I deserve more than no-no-no's against my lips in the dark and
I want more than uncertainty and a man who doesn't want in.
I want a dude with style, I want a dude who's into me, I want a dude with big teeth. Sing for me, let's buy rum drunk and steal posters drunk and run laughing at that guy playing the trumpet. I mean I want in, finally. Mostly. I want in.