i remember the magic in your eyes

driving down the long road long road going nowhere telling myself it all makes sense all adds up to fair and all if we can build it the way we want it the way we need it hope it will always be dream of telling no one it is only light on the wall only a hand up her skirt she doesn't need to tell what's the difference fingeres cheek lips or urine on the bedsheets who knows why all of this seems so important to all of us eunuchs had it right wanted didn't want it all goes bad their way all goes bad our way is their any way to stop the going bad we need cottage cheese futures (already to old to go bad) something canned vegetables cupboard shrinks we have an apartment in the hills overlooking the supermarket corner store we can sled down to buy cigarettes will it matter if we don't mean it think it should be something better than what we have always pretended it was it's too goddamn late to drop you a line say a little prayer to you give us give us wash our sins away angel wash the dirt and muck from our skins and make us new for you we can all be cleaned by your tears but god how we wanted to be.

2002-10-27 | 3:45 p.m.
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