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Sweetly Be

I slept in your bed for hundreds of days

Touched your face, watched your waist

Grow small.

So what’s the difference if I drive like Annie Hall?

Your mouth was open more than it was closed

Liquored lips, filthy nose

Grew tall

So what’s the difference if I drive like Annie Hall?

I fucked you on the couch in your living room

Fingers crushed piano keys

Made me sing.

Sweetly be.

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I think next time I open

my mouth up everything

will spill out

((like that night

i drank   t  o  o   much vodka))

I think that all the

love in my heart will

pass through the filters

seep onto the carpet

dripping wet

lips.

All the passing days

will still pass

((.your days and my

days are not the same days.))

to say the least

i miss you clutching, holding, grasping

me and your face scratching my neck.

Caught in a strange, sad room with myself

looking at me, seeing me.

I am a lonely soul

I am a lonely soul.

I can see it all happening

the flowers and the smells and the tastes

and the everything.

My Grandfather Wondered About You

Everything was smoke and mirrors.

the trains drove by,

but I just slept.

To me, you are

still a mystery

a psychopath

a liar

but you are

sweet, sometimes.

funny, a little.

and ravenous and gentle and

horribly forgettable.

You were only smoke and mirrors.

And all we did was smoke and talk,

sit on porches and roofs and I

pretended not to be nervous.

All we did was wonder

endlessly

about why were unhappy

when you and I knew that

there was a red headed girl

and somebody or other

occoupying our minds

respectively.

Everything comes and goes

and I’m not even ready for it.

Sometime In June

my head titled back

like a decapitated fool

and you pushed and pulled me

until I got into the car.

Everything was dull and

numb and cars flashed by my eyes

and we sat for a long time.

you were awkward

and inadequate

and too nice or

not nice enough

or I was too quiet

or too introverted

and I had drank too fast.

My neck swiveled, vision blurred,

I probably cried for help.

Parking the car was the

best thing you had ever done

until the green, green, blue, pink

came up and out and I

apologized.

And I hated you and I slept next to you

anyway.