thetrueblood
09/02/09, 09:28 PM
no one's dancing at the replay and she linked my arm as we walked out.
on the streets there are homeless teens strumming guitars to earn my change,
and we walked on-- the street was made of brick and we drifted over them
as if they were forgotten loved ones.
We talked of being townies in a dying town-- how all music is rooted in the same sound.
we climbed on the rooftop to smoke cigarettes
i couldn't tell the smoke from your warm breath.
the air was chilly and the sky was wide open.
you couldn't see them all through the artificial light,
but they still rested as the only constant of the night.
you'd say "i just need to do something." in an inflection
that said so much more about your soul than what your words were describing.
"I can't stay here forever"
and I could write page after page about that type of something
and it would never be enough.
and the tilt of this roof is almost too much not to slide off,
but if I had to fall I'd rather it be today. on a good day.
don't let me slip off and i'll keep you warm.
in the bedroom the ceiling slants like an attic apartment,
it's modest and the window is wide open.
you could hear the occassional car pass.
and then came the sirens whizzing down the road.
. one. two. three.
I'd say "I like this place..." and you'd be perplexed.
"What do you mean by that?"
i'll slip over my words as I try to express the beauty in everyday life,
when the ceiling is slanted and the windows are open and cop cars are speeding by.
and how that simplicity makes me so happy to be alive.
you'll rest your head on my knee and tell me i'm genuine.
you'll say i have perfect teeth. you probably wonder if it's like this with everyone i meet.
your eyes fall shut and I bring my head towards yours. my tongue goes left but yours goes
straight up. this is what it's like to see a kiss erupt.
you'll stand up and look me straight in the eye and say "Be beautiful."
I won't really know what you meant, you'll tell me you know it might
seem like a strange thing to say.
the suns coming up and no one's dancing at the replay.
on the streets there are homeless teens strumming guitars to earn my change,
and we walked on-- the street was made of brick and we drifted over them
as if they were forgotten loved ones.
We talked of being townies in a dying town-- how all music is rooted in the same sound.
we climbed on the rooftop to smoke cigarettes
i couldn't tell the smoke from your warm breath.
the air was chilly and the sky was wide open.
you couldn't see them all through the artificial light,
but they still rested as the only constant of the night.
you'd say "i just need to do something." in an inflection
that said so much more about your soul than what your words were describing.
"I can't stay here forever"
and I could write page after page about that type of something
and it would never be enough.
and the tilt of this roof is almost too much not to slide off,
but if I had to fall I'd rather it be today. on a good day.
don't let me slip off and i'll keep you warm.
in the bedroom the ceiling slants like an attic apartment,
it's modest and the window is wide open.
you could hear the occassional car pass.
and then came the sirens whizzing down the road.
. one. two. three.
I'd say "I like this place..." and you'd be perplexed.
"What do you mean by that?"
i'll slip over my words as I try to express the beauty in everyday life,
when the ceiling is slanted and the windows are open and cop cars are speeding by.
and how that simplicity makes me so happy to be alive.
you'll rest your head on my knee and tell me i'm genuine.
you'll say i have perfect teeth. you probably wonder if it's like this with everyone i meet.
your eyes fall shut and I bring my head towards yours. my tongue goes left but yours goes
straight up. this is what it's like to see a kiss erupt.
you'll stand up and look me straight in the eye and say "Be beautiful."
I won't really know what you meant, you'll tell me you know it might
seem like a strange thing to say.
the suns coming up and no one's dancing at the replay.