feeling nothing but recoil
he hears it all in broken stutters
she can't get through to him
she's cut her teeth on royalties

he feels the drop in his stomach
(maybe i'm eating too much these days)
he winds down the sidewalk
glances up alleys

GreatTasteSince1905'RC'Cola
hekicksthecanintothegutter

he feels the drop in his stomach

there's buzzing all around him as the streets turn to dark
how did he ever move back to the city?

it was a starchy affair, anyway
he'd never see the view from a mountaintop again.
but he had a dream
{
where he would sail from a skyscraper
gracefully arching his back
legs pirouetting through the smog
fingers cold
[in a single, no double, no TRIPLE somersault and i believe that about wraps it up for us here at the Verizon Wireless Stadium, I'm your h-]
and lose nothing in loss
}
but he had followed his heart
and maybe it was a bad idea
but he knew no better

now even walking feels totally surreal
he cannot fathom that these things happen like they do
life seems more real when he's asleep, these days

maybe if i just
crawl back to bed
i'll climb up a ladder of stars
it's easier than this sinking into the cold pavement

he says he can't regret anything anymore
that taught me something maybe
i can regret but i can learn
and maybe i'll see the reflective green before it's all over

{
you can only want one thing
and it's not sex or love
it's not money or power
and the alternative scares the shit out of me
}

so i think i might just build a little shack someday
and i'll learn to swim
and i can have some windchimes
and maybe a cat
then the dreams won't hurt me so much
then i can sleep.

11/26/2008

Author's Note: There's more here.

Posted on 11/27/2008
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