before you lost me to the string of your endeavors by Lauren Singeramidst the riot of heatstroke,
he waved a flailing arm
of human cool and asked for flattery
within the boundaries
of a room of timid girls
who'd seen the confines of his
strung out dementia.
girls who opened their legs in happenstance
and listless demeanors in submission.
stayed calm for borrowed souls
caughts crimes of misdemeanors;
drank heavily concoctions of
cheap bourbon on rocks and emptiness.
we were always caught between the right and wrong
he always had us swaying hips to the rhythm of his tired song.
dance with me, he'd say,
in the name of hypnosis
and insecure limbs would oblige
to his words
and we'd strip away all indecision.
well you can only go
on empty for another half a mile
and ambiguous words flung from the hip
might get you one-night stands
in stranger's beds,
but tell me, was it all worth-while? 08/29/2006 Posted on 08/30/2006 Copyright © 2024 Lauren Singer
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