love-noter
she�s not as colorful now that she�s not all root notes and bass lines unwound around the way she was when we were young she sold stories for kisses and they all meant something (we knew they did) it�s harder to have a future in the dust when she�s so slowed down and slowing down isn�t what it used to be and what we used to be isn�t what we need she used to be: fine as fingers back when she was love notes and lyrics on chalk boards trying to find a sun to stare down and, most of the time she did she�s not as colorful now when I see her with her coffee hands stretched out to shake off another day she spent the night just like she used to back when she was love notes and root notes, bass lines and panty lines, a skirt stretched slips and words were only gaps between sips and steps. It�s harder to have a future Now that she isn�t so much Waiting as she is keeping her cards close it�s not about the sun anymore
2005-07-31 | 4:34 p.m.
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