with a song in my heart, head, etc.

[14 Jan 2003|02:36pm]
and it's how many years ago?and you are on a bus and I am on the kitchen floor where we burned that stupid pizza and thus discovered Turkish pizza and patched us together, and it was before Charlie and before crying in the middle and stopping, it was borrowed from the USF library on a whim making up nostalgia without precursor even then, and that was years ago and I shouldn't be able to say it that way. Like an amputee whose lost limb still itches. Lost lamb? Indifferent wolf. More a hider-in-foxhole. Missed.

...

We are for today
we are for the moment

We are a crusade
but we are invalid

1 a.m. rummaging
stained my hands on her antique
2 a.m.

Reverend girl

I am so indifferent
I am whatever

3 a.m. cellophane
suffocates my favorite things
4 a.m.

The reverend girl
seems that the more we're achieving, the less chance of leaving this world
with a reverend girl

Another lover wakes me
head upon a window pane
before the thunder shook us
she could always smell the rain

A year is dissipating
another hail cannot disdain
never mind the thunder
now my lover smells like
now my lover smells like
now my lover smells like rain