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By Misti Date: 2002 Nov 22 Comment on this Work [[2002.11.22.16.24.20595]] |
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and I awoke from the dreams of you bleeding more stains to wash out more quarters to earn I learned you a long time as much of you as I could digest as much of you as you would loan out on a tequila Saturday night Sunday mornin' comin' down I was lit up a cheap gaudy xmas tree with your caressing "babe"s talking about the picture of me you taped to your dresser mirror telling a girl you had just fucked that I was your wife back in Texas awaiting your return from the UK god how I lived vicariously through your bar fight war stories the German chick who told you to drink grapefruit juice for a sweeter taste the long drives on your Indian all the characters you knew who you drew to you with your can't spell don't care charisma you flew and I watched you from a safe ground writing poems about you the you that you let me know the show-off the daredevil the player soothsayer in denim rags all the bleached blonde hags you kissed while missing me I loved you long longing for your familiar embrace while faking it for frat boys and med students who made my stomach turn I thought of Saturn painted me as an angel flying to Saturn with bloody wings and that was you distant and glowing cold the voice on the other end the postcard taped to my dresser mirror my star wish my teary beery broken heart you were married in the dream and I was crying no more flying for me we have landed. |