you are a beautiful women in a hazy bar,
cigarette smoke and spirit fumes lazily circle your every movement.
You’ve got this whole room eating their own fingers.
‘n I ain’t different.
Been writing you indifferent lyrics,
‘n you’ve just laughed that earth shaking low register chuckle of yours,
more jetengine than Audry Hepburn,
more hurricane than Julie Roberts.
With drunk numb lips I’ve sung slang sagged songs,
‘n fucked up the words.
Your helicopter breaths swirl smoke rings spelling “ha” and “ha”.
I know not a knot of you, nor knot to hold your attention.
Your replies are punk-rock short,
amp clipped ‘n gone.
I’ve got this sweet edge sulk to the tips,
runnin’ that good ol’ kansas boy on dualboot,
hopin’ to the highest that’ll listen,
that you see me up there teachin’,
buildin’,
livin’ the words that I take.
but ain’t it the like that I ain’t doin’ much of that,
leastwise when *you* look.
