"beauty is only a thin sleep"
introduce me to your poet friends
it's so exciting
she buys a bottle of expensive wine
apologizes for her make-up
i lose interest
despite my best intentions
i can't make her ugly
her breath tastes like a postcard
from across the street
it's so hard to ruin everything with the truth
poets are horrible friends
often drunk and jagged with angles
i like people who fish
just a hook and a six-pack
i enjoy mascara and power chords
the taste of cigarettes and lipstick
rotgut wine and denim skirts
the warm embrace of disaster
and torn nylon
the historical significance of two black eyes
gets lost in the cliche of love letters
politics and black berets
sometimes i just want to rhyme
fuck with truck
sometimes i just want to be left alone
i want to meet your poet friends
it's so exciting
she buys a bottle of expensive wine
apologizes for her make-up
i imagine bulldozers
should i confess my dreams
are busy with murder
coffee tables buried beneath crystal meth
the irony of cheap girls
costing nothing but the purity of the soul
and the loose change of yesterday
i wish she had used hairspray
and a fourth grade vocabulary
we could've fallen in love
raised children catholic and medicated
it's too late to go back now
she expects lyrical passionate play-mates
to jump into the back-seat
declaring war on the establishment
stinking of body odor and genius
it's time for me to make some phone calls
dig through the old gutters
hang a right onto cliche avenue
please my skull-blind sweetheart
before she figures me out.
© 2008 Derek Richards
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