love-noter

sheís not as colorful now
that sheís 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)

itís harder to have a future
in the dust when sheís so
slowed down and slowing down
isnít what it used to be
and what we used to be
isnít 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

sheís 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.

Itís harder to have a future
Now that she isnít so much
Waiting as she is
keeping her cards close

itís not about the sun anymore


2005-07-31 | 4:34 p.m.
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