Happy Valentine’s Day, oldsters. – L.M.
You say I’m a dreamer.
We’re two of a kind.
Who could heal what’s never
been as one?
I’m counting the steps
to the door of your heart.
The message is perfectly simple;
the meaning is clear:
The wisdom of the fool won’t set you free.
You can feel the cushion
but you can’t have a seat.
How do you say you’re okay
to an answering machine?
We’ll be the Pirate Twins again.
Your lips a magic world.
To look at you, and never speak –
the ghost in you, she don’t fade.
You always said we’d still be friends someday.
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I have never heard
of a “cake fee” in my life.
When getting shots in my mouth
I can barely feel them.
My veins are very easy to access
and almost no one
has issues getting the needle in the right spot.
There are trade-offs for this sense
of old time authenticity.
I am going to tell all my friends
that this place serves food
with feather in their food.
Lisa (a/k/a the reincarnation of Natalie Wood) –
Why do you hop like a bunny?
Think humanoid not rodent.
Did you know that Tampa is a place
that all Catholics must travel to in their lifetimes?
Your a weirdo. You laugh to much.
Remember – not even for a million dollars
and all the Hawaiian islands.
I’ll miss the times we shared, and I
hope you weren’t too scared
when I hit that snowbank
Street Violence is clutch.
Drama is key.
The Dead Milkmen are gods.
You are going to school in Florida!
It is shaped like a penis!
I know you are going to have
a really interesting life.
Read anything else I’ve written
if you think I’d tell anyone else this.
Have a good summer; I will probably
see you for most of it.
Go get ’em, killah.