Little intricate sunsets
Fill the horizon with stars
I catch a look from you
And pass it back eleven fold

You aren't a glorified beast
Or a majorly oppressive simpleton
But a person comfortable in clothes
And willing to dance for a drink

I overheard I was eloquent
In my jeans and tennis shoes
I spread the rumor you were arrogant
And full of mythological crimes

When we talk you seem to listen
Not minding if I get smashed
Hoping I reply about my hobbies
And if I enjoyed World War Two

You never said hello or goodbye
You seem impressed by my vocabulary
And lack of social graces
If I remember correctly, you did say "Hey"

07/05/2002

Posted on 07/05/2002
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