desperately seeking
the closest stranger is lonlier
it's 2 am.
yesterday i lay in a double wide high
steaming frisk ice slice jokes and twangs and now pangs
i thought were stranger and stranger
-but tonight i am deep in...i miss your eyes were made of diamonds
hours past i last i paced not alone
the island bright spit in the rain
umbrella closed yellow phones she talked to berlin.
red walls fall and murals lie above all
we all fall for the collapse. nostalgia for sucking sucks
i am a sucker for pain. for joking
i don't laugh just shake a little
i am a sucker for ice hockey girls and teeth and bars
and cheesy movies with pearls and curls...
i have a nostalgia but not one like yours with holes and moors and
poorly pasted yellow wallpaper no blinds blinds turrets
water stained punched tin parapet yellow parquet
i would have expected a renovation. i had hoped for
adaptive reuse not this eyes coal. i gave you a chandelier and amber drops of glue.
but deconstruction was more your craft i guess...
babylon babel on balloon too soon to take coffee with room
i am not a sucker for nostalgia at all and i hate rhymes sometimes.
we did decide progress was fraud and my hands wandered from drinks and morning dew
they drew yellow roses eskimo noses. roses won
it was the first in a series of lies. materials trope tripped ropes ran
gaining momentum loosing control
tonight i am sick and cough some watching movies touching myself.
tonight i cried for you a little.
tomorrow i will eat dinner two blocks away and try to do two
double-wide drawl shawl tiny dining long halls
while you look dreamy skyline glittered diamond spit.
you always look dreamy diamond eyes.
you always do