2009 E-Book Poetry
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Between Christmas and Thanksgiving If It’s One to Ten She’s a Twelve Man and Twelve String Guitar Make History The Way My Sisters’ Children Used to Play Norms, Values and People Who Think They Have the Right to Tell You What to Do |
Candles and Cognac It's now a little easier to handle Thoughts at the end of a long day She's around my neck like a noose Instead I wish she'd squeeze my juice Feelin' like a cold Italian pizza, anyways And it's just about another day to drive Another stop where I don't order fries There's a lot on my mind and on my plate And maybe I miss my parent's front gate Ah, so easy to make friends but so alone It's close to 4 a.m. and I'm rambling on again There's a place called somewhere I call home I'm running out of money but I still got time She certainly smells debt on my new collars Isn't it harder to make those American dollars So I drown with the clowns almost everynight I let go under in a big claw foot cast iron tub I can surely use a little Japanese rub and tug My feet are so tired in these dirty stinky boots And I'm not really sure about these rusted roots Candles and cognac as your nails scratch my back I'm going to go see a therapist for what I may lack Candles and cognac and I already start to feel back Candles and cognac and I'm feeling a little rockstar Haven't you heard? I don't need you at all to go far written around midnight December 20, 2008 |
mystrawhat-2009 |