Month: December 2007

12/26/07

mailman

i see your girl in a different light now

the mailman gave me your mail again
with developed photos inside
i saw your girl in a different light
doing things i didn’t think she’d try
there was lipstick on the polaroid
you could tell she had an appetite
but works long; can’t hear the siren song
out of mind out of sight

diamonds can never be constellations
no one can meet an expectation
there’s no other cure for sexual frustration
when mrs. becomes an abbreviation

what’s left to mend?
are you better off friends?

the mailman gave me your mail again
with official documents inside
middleman says cut your life in half
it’s only polite to abide
now your minds a pile of “can you stay for a whiles?”
that never goes anywhere
a real reason to take off that ring
a new search for her fred astaire

diamonds can never be constellations
no one can meet an expectation
there’s no other cure for sexual frustration
when mrs. becomes an abbreviation

what’s left to mend?
are you better off friends?

i see you in a different light now

12/21/07 – 12/24/07

eva

munich had never seen such a beautiful face
such a gem only falls from outer space
she can only blame heredity
for eyes which mr. wolff would meet
his moustache was funny; a gentleman and a flirt
on no conscience he’d lay them in a garden of dirt

oh eva tell us a story about
how the evil would bite you on the mouth
oh eva was there a glimmer of doubt?
you know these problems work themselves out

while the bodies pile and the single file
she lies naked bathing in sun
he’s less respected while she’s left neglected
two beds never lead to any fun
all and all her heart is for his
while she watches her country come undone
the bride in black no question bites down
now she’s naked in the sun

oh eva they write stories about
how he killed those people too many to count
oh eva was there a glimmer of doubt?
you know these problems work themselves out

12/2/07 – 12/6/07

my favorites die

do you make it a point to prove every point?
some sort of self-satisfaction
it’s a curious thing and you’re caught in the act and
i’m afraid you’re in the ant farm not the hill
the bigger picture never will
strike you as appealing

your life’s a tragedy you sang to me
of romantic treason
now he’s run away from you
and you’ve run out of reasons
i’m afraid you don’t really want to heal
you’ve grown to expect that we all will
prioritize your feelings

you leave your mouth open wide until you find
the word on your tongue
now the wind’s dried it
oh when you sang it must have stung
i’m afraid your mouth’s become the achilles heel
don’t try to reinvent the wheel
it’s only you that you’re cheating

tell me why my favorites die while they speak
instead of dying while they sleep