cartoon guitar

broken down like the plaid of the couch that i crashed on

pissed away year and a half like it was someone else's life

clove cigarette stink in her hair, on her lingerie

lick it off her fingertips while she's thinking 'bout something or other

wander on it like my bare feet on morning dew

hold her song in my hand and it fades over time until silent

but the echo come bouncing back

the echo come bouncing back

and i swear it come just like that

day kicked to life when she erupt through my dream

like spectacular light in the slow motion scene

stepping to this like i freebase her kiss

while i'm stoned, trace her spine

from beginning to end, yeah

stays on her way, still i'm waiting to see

her floral print dress walk lazily up to me

set down in the shade

feel her mouth, love the taste

till she's combination lock and i'm numbers in the right place

so i'm Iowa

now she's New York, New York

so i'm

busted bridge over crumbling creek

long stream running north to south till i'm empty

tired wheel from the sore back and loud bars

so what if we're dying, we were just doing that anyway

so i've

bent rhymes, but never learned them

defined, she still defies definition

long paragraph script, subtract the punctuation

except the exclamation at the end

where she whoops 'cause they're playing the tunes that she digs the most

every bit as epic as a daisy in the sunshine

thin beam of light grinning

swimming in an enormous rush of sounds

like lips on straws and

yeah, maybe just sweet contentment

Reviews

[JustNeedToBeHappy]

This is fantastic, like Bukowski :)