page 1: "dear call back number one"
page 2: "my misplaced admiration"
page 3: "bitterness drove her forwards"
page 4: "i'm not as independant as everybody thinks"
page 5: "there's a burning smell in the hallway"
dear call back number one
everyone agrees that you have no soul
we suppose you could get it back
though we're loosing interest
you have done nothing but beautify evil
and spoil our streets
baby, baby
we advise you from a distance
spend some time alone
write and destroy letters
to anyone
it doesn't matter who
take everything
you ever took
pride in and leave it behind
and when your warm wet friends
speak to you of their petty plans
pretend you're helen keller
and when you feel
properly alone
maybe you can be one
of us
again
(maybe-
i mean
it all depends)
and we signed:
you were special
until you grew up
pretty
my misplaced admiration
leaked down an entire flight of stairs
and when you returned for your umbrella
i thought it was the scent that brought you
and did not see it was sadness that made you stay.
bitterness drove her forwards
into a drug addiction and a career
and silly interns who still fell in love
pointed out the obvious
she was only out for power and blood
straight backed
she would pop stability in a bathroom stall
and walk tall
day after day after
until when
she had amassed enough
security for years to come
she sold her condo and good will
'd her suits
and the undergrad
she'd let stay over sometimes
wasn't told a thing
she moved to the country
without the boy
without the pills
and life was but a
well planned dream
except of course she wasn't fit
for solitude
(she should have known)
and dove
majestically alone
into a well, soon after.
i'm not as independant as everybody thinks
when i'm not kicking men out onto the street
i'm begging them to keep me company
i could raise an army
free to starve!
and our prime example would flounder
like everything else
oh i'm not sorry we met or anything
i just wish you didn't have
such a real figure!
all the flesh by god
you could really be a m-m-m-monster!
oh darling, come back inside
well alright
but i thought i heard something that would make it all
worth while
"it was the wind"
right,
come morning i'll have that gap
filled in.
there's a burning smell in the hallway
that's nothing to worry about
this isn't a drug den but one of those calm mid-twenties apartments
of privileged and complacent loners, all competant
microwave jockies
and he said
why don't you write poems about me?
she ties up her skirt and says
silly
they'd catch on
i'm sorry, boys
but i don't want to be a socialist
i've been doing fine on my own
and i believe that humans are inherently evil
and we build our castles where we can
but it's alright, i understand
you build your castles where you can