Smile at me in circles
Little motions you do with your face
Act like we are far apart
and prancing toward each other in slow motion

With each hop the fat
jiggles on our faces
and I can hardly wait
for our winter embrace

Closer now I'm reminded of our past

The subway saviors
Hopeless romantics
The night of the Gandhi's
when all the city went up in flames

You and I were there
But not leading the rebellion
No picket signs or AK's for us
Just simple sex on Brighton beach

As the thugs and wainos
watched and waved there chains and crowbars around
they made grunting noises
much like you

And I think to myself

It's a shame you didn't make it
that night
As I slowly run toward your corpse
on a beach I've kept away from
for far too long

12/24/2007

Author's Note: Obv. I a t e h e r !

Posted on 12/24/2007
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