His silver Jacket,
Trotted down the street
His hands looked brittle,
Carrying all eight feet.
They looked like siblings
Heads cocked the same way,
Three gleaming gray coats
Around 5pm every day.
Ten long legs
Crowding the street like fog
I’d never seen a man,
Look so much like his dogs.
After Work
My lips puff
To destroy the evidence,
That stings my throat and
Burns my lungs.
I lean back on the sofa
Eyes heavy, like I finished crying
Now I’m ready to
Laugh.
The waistband around my jeans
Feels tighter
Everything feels tighter
I feel everything.
My headache is gone.
The pen against the pad is smooth and easy.
He kisses my mouth and
Tears a hole in my lungs.
Now the blue scarf hangs on the rack,
My neck is cold.
I leave room for Mike on the couch,
He is miles away.
Trapped in a cage
Body like liquid.
I stare at the women on T.V,
Mouths moving, heads purring.
My tongue is relaxed
Lucky girl
I don’t have to speak
For days.
Ya Thumbs are stuck to yo phone, so you won’t be alone
Who to wear and who to bone, you moan, but to me it’s unknown.
His cologne
Makes you atone
For the guys you’ve blown
And all the shit you own.
Under the knife for your flab so hop in the cab
Champagne keeps flowing on to yo daddys tab, its fab.
This life you have.
Don’t need your fake I.D, overseas,
It’s a breeze, to get yer degree from the ivy’s,
Livin easy, getting wheezy, shits real cheesy.
Yer teaz-in me, when you get greedy, yer weeds mad seedy.
Yer still on your black- berry, sippin on sherry, drinkin cups of tea
Makin me see, how I’d rather be, with a peach bellini, on my way to Italy
Yah. I’d just rather be free. Believe me. I’d rather be free.
I know it aint you.
I know its not your fault Take it with a grain of salt
Or your Malt,
Liqueur , you prefer shaken not stirred, leave the house with your fur
Every night a new monsieurrrr.
Salt on the rim, keepin trim ,with yer Virginia slims, forget bout the gym,
Still thinkin bout him, lifes like the sims,
Imma go out on a limb:
Mummy’s out to brunch, daddy works for the dow?
Booze, blow and weed whatcha wanna do now? I know its how, you wow, the crowwwd
Keep wastin your trust,
you must, to live on the upper crust,
fill your bust with gold dust,
and
Money out your ears
Bringin me tears, causin me fears
Just wanna buy my friends beers, instead im shoppin at sears
So cheers, for these long years.
Pray to god, pray to buddah
pray to the Lord, cause I can’t ignore
that you're bored to some accord
I know you don’t care,
Cause yer last name is Ford.
Yah its all in your name
Yah Yer all the same, it’s just a game to find fame
To find blame of what you became.
I don’t mean to diss, what I’ve found is this:
Money don’t bring happiness,
It Brings Bliss.
Back Then,
When we were invincible.
In a tiny cabin,
When the shit was asleep.
You held me, you felt me, it was perfect.
Secluded and lonely,
It turned personal with that wine.
From gotts.
A seceret that everyone knew.
Back when you still thought I was beautiful,
When I was still funny. When there were still body parts to be explored.
You were new. You were maybe. You were an option.
It was footsie.
It was funny.
It was friendly.
It was that wink you gave me as I walked by.
A secret well kept.
not a secret anymore.
And I’ve started to miss you. And I think you miss me.
I think We miss Us.
Back then.
