Sunday, February 17, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Time flies when youre having fun
How many couches have we done this on before?
Coma like mouth breathers
Let the music and the insides be
Sitting in the dark
On a hand-me-down sofa in a basement
No windows
Black walls
Or in a particularly luxurious dorm room
Two couches, a flat screen and the fan set up right
The whole shebang
Or that old lumpy thing with books for the missing leg
Always there after work
But not for quiet or a moment to myself
Not a second’s rest
Now we’re in a swank bar with Billie Holiday on fine leather sofas
Now its more expensive
Coma like mouth breathers
Let the music and the insides be
Sitting in the dark
On a hand-me-down sofa in a basement
No windows
Black walls
Or in a particularly luxurious dorm room
Two couches, a flat screen and the fan set up right
The whole shebang
Or that old lumpy thing with books for the missing leg
Always there after work
But not for quiet or a moment to myself
Not a second’s rest
Now we’re in a swank bar with Billie Holiday on fine leather sofas
Now its more expensive
a bitter night
Cast iron hexes
Delineate definition
Between the green
And the castles of the fortunate,
Asleep between their studies.
Delineate definition
Between the green
And the castles of the fortunate,
Asleep between their studies.
I
A young man defines his brand of opulence.
So full and self assured,
He carries on without a thought to the world.
Sun to grass,
Shadows sun bears.
What thoughtless observation.
Not a shadow in the sun,
But the careless in the shade are far from overseen.
II
Your time is straight and plain.
There is nothing waiting on the other side.
All that remains is stringy and dry,
The pickings grown slim on your fat.
These shadows have shapely edges
And the sun doesnt care if you stare.
A young man defines his brand of opulence.
So full and self assured,
He carries on without a thought to the world.
Sun to grass,
Shadows sun bears.
What thoughtless observation.
Not a shadow in the sun,
But the careless in the shade are far from overseen.
II
Your time is straight and plain.
There is nothing waiting on the other side.
All that remains is stringy and dry,
The pickings grown slim on your fat.
These shadows have shapely edges
And the sun doesnt care if you stare.
I just remembered that the world is a beautiful place.
A fresh new comer, the winter air blown in past early spring
Caught my breath, lifting up the garbage pales at one AM
Because I forgot to take them out earlier. I’m glad I forgot,
Otherwise these fucking stars like solid stones I could touch
Wouldn’t be up there in the sky for me to touch and I wouldn’t,
If it were not dark, have let my dog come out with me
Without clipping him to the runner. I’m not sure why.
He would not have followed me
As if he were an old hunting dog
And we had been doing this for years.
He wouldn’t have lifted his tail in attention
And hurried his feet without me having to say a thing.
He wouldn’t have been there to recognize a feeling I could only barely feel myself.
A fresh new comer, the winter air blown in past early spring
Caught my breath, lifting up the garbage pales at one AM
Because I forgot to take them out earlier. I’m glad I forgot,
Otherwise these fucking stars like solid stones I could touch
Wouldn’t be up there in the sky for me to touch and I wouldn’t,
If it were not dark, have let my dog come out with me
Without clipping him to the runner. I’m not sure why.
He would not have followed me
As if he were an old hunting dog
And we had been doing this for years.
He wouldn’t have lifted his tail in attention
And hurried his feet without me having to say a thing.
He wouldn’t have been there to recognize a feeling I could only barely feel myself.
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