She's in my soleless shoes
failing to scale the wall I kicked in.
We're out a line in The John
Golden toilets lined down the bar
I watch
you watch
her watch
you.
Wishing you would just watch her
but your eyes are only for smiles
I was her, I was her
but instead I am
instead I am
I am
Backed in the corner with jukebox machines
backsides displayed for me
or center stage on a trampoline
it doesn't matter, you still can't see me
I watch you watch her watch you
wishing you would just watch her
but your eyes are only for smiles
I was her but instead I am
The tears of melted cigarettes
clinging to the granulated cement
a black and white motif
high contrast fondness witness
the thrifted memories housing my grief
I watch you watch her watch you
wishing you would just watch her
but your eyes are only for smiles
I was her but instead I am
forgotten in the storm
trying to reach you
left alone with a car radio
I don't know your sheepish morse code
I watch you watch her watch you
wishing you would just watch her
but your eyes are only for smiles
I was her but instead I am
stuck at a green light
on a high speed route to nowhere
Thursday, August 15, 2019
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