page 1: "If you'd allow it, I'd like to introduce you as my soulmate"
page 2: "nebraska was beautiful"
page 3: "there wasn't a man in"
page 4: "three weeks without a word"
page 7: "it isn't useless until i say it's useless"
page 8: "wicked stepmother hold your piece"
If you'd allow it, I'd like to introduce you as my soulmate
We're not about the rebate, the asking price is fine
Way back before you were mine this wasn't no free country,
I'd sell out all my farms to hold you in my arms
It's hardly a war when you're winning.
nebraska was beautiful
fine feathers in her hair
there was a dancing queen
laughing every body away
she can't keep with the regulars
she can't keep with the rebels
quit the cafe business altogether
started selling cellos
the types to buy were getting low
on every kind of stare
i was never looking for you
and you were always waiting, weren't you?
and other securities
god,
i wish you'd just hurry up.
there wasn't a man in
all the world was maybe
i couldn't be your baby
if i tried
harder
but forgiveness is all i need from
a kleenex to wrap around my heart
talking out loud in the dark
like i was your
listening instead of sleeping
can we do it again?
middle and his words that i've only read.
three weeks without a word
and everyone keeps walking downtown
some place/some place/some place
i jump out of airplanes into the streets
you're some place i guess
trying not to worry
a tired lady flips her hair and calls her latest fling
while we go home to write
you never wrote
after the spring
if there were a time bank i would invest
because saving for a future gives me something to do
like everyone i see walking downtown
their money is going to grow their wrinkles into laugh lines over time
they're walking on clouds and the shoes wear out
look at me
i'm writing you again
when it's three weeks and i stopped counting.
i admit nothing
because you stopped listening in
radio waves of extraordinary lies
drifted over housewives of years ago
hanging laundry for their forgotten girlhoods
and chattering away on cellular phones
the thin girls take pills for men they'll never know
to avoid slippered feet
to avoid mid 40s heat
we turn up the radio and drive so fast
or we would have
if it wasn't all underground now
and lying on the subway is a crooked map
to a place
i swore i'd never go back
if you've closed your doors
i need to know
because to me you're always worth the trip
the risk
the dire consequence
of saying hello, i'm leaving soon
you keep me honest
so you see why i tried to trick you with guilt
i'm just a bitch
when can i come home?
Lost hymn found him
coasting through the bus depo
doggedly drowning out in the religious ballads of some crazy fool
who doesn't know everybody
hasn't got the dime
double double
rabbit
ears you
twisted silver devil
i know you have my sister
i know you have my sister
i told you not to see her
what have you done
its yours to become but what have you done?
he gets the picture
i get back on and we pull away
so love is again
just something we
say.
like,
"the brakes are sharp on this baby.
horrible as it is,
i wanted you to save me."
crash, look out,
she digs in his pockets as he jokes us about
i promised i wouldn't die here
but the minutes would go faster
i can't think of words to precede this
i'm giving up the faith
i'm loving my neighbour and dying my hair
listening to the old songs, getting back on track,
i'm teaching myself to be more delicate because i don't believe that you're
coming back.
it isn't useless until i say it's useless
tonight i skipped stones down streets that have known more
vomit and paranoid profanity than one of the time
traveling speed freaks in your films
i pretend not to like them
my destiny i soaked in glue
why can't i see through that door
how much of my lie
will stay believable
when you see through yours?
let's hope nothing happens
let's forget i said anything
i was skipping stones tonight
and i knew the same things
but i'm still here.
wicked stepmother hold your piece
the boy is dead, the boy is gone
empty pockets full of yeast
warm and homeless
unaccepted liar i frame you
decor from filth
rich from health
stay dry til the walls melt
a city fell in a day and kept working
a machine that ran on air
a quick rhyme
and she almost said I love you.