What was that little ditty?
We all become what we most
dislike
hopping picket fences
and that pack of
reds
has me mouth-breathing
suffocating in her hair.
We are boring people
hungry for more
cliché
beautiful
hopeless
helplessly hoping for places
to hide our faces and
tempt Fate
with broken mirrors
and chipped teeth,
fresh scars to forget—
We are anachronisms.
She said
we were destined to
destroy each other;
then she asked me my sign,
starry eyed
lust drunk enamored
by distraction
Bang Bang
I shot her down.
Red fish
Blue fish
Bad fish
What kind of fish are you?
…and she adjusts her skirt.
right way
and wrong way, a
silk thread tightrope
stretches from saturday savior
across
sunday remorse
and mirror reflections
on the fact
that,
goddamnit,
i am that guy.
At least
I still feel
smart
stealing another line from another song.
It's all in good fun.
8 comments:
aw, how much do i love this? so uncomfortably real. bang bang! somehow i am imagining them hanging out in a cemetery. huh.
maybe listening to joy division, drinking coffee, chain smoking, doing headstone etches, and he's crying.
uplifting. i can see it.
totally uplifting, always.
Hi Ian, I came over hoping to find something I hadn't read... This is a great piece - you can really tap in to the human foibles, short-comings (Bang, bang, bang aside) and wistful yearnings.. I was caught up as ever by the poetic voice, and these lines really grabbed me by the throat:
We are anachronisms.
She said
we were destined to
destroy each other...
Thanks for paying me a visit too - I always appreciate your thoughtful comments.
foibles and shortcomings... write you what you know, right?
That was my favourite kind of read. I'll look over more of your material. You'd be good with lyrics.
thanks for stopping in, lena, and for the kind words.
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