a borrowed shortwave rig with a broken dial string sings beijing's denial
in the wild wild west escape club prepares us for the 90s
girls look and taste like a corner store in the mall called pasta
still the 80s are in full blossom
guys sport haircuts we now wish pictures could lie about
and true freedom of thought bears a price tag in any age
we met last year and if only i could admit that it went to seed months ago
countless college mailings become buried in dust beyond the foot of my bed
didn't have her own sense of security so why not steal mine?
people my age were getting married in the newspaper already
started my first part time job which she probably found threatening
some dude staying down the street from her could bust moves like the new kids
any anecdote i tell that involves another female is hijacked by interrogation
she bleached her hair out of concern that people would think we're siblings
if i couldn't keep a date there was hell to pay
the slender blonds she works with may just as well soar among the stars
on the phone i learn first hand that she's a year younger than i had thought
you get what you get when you dive blind
we actually had a good time watching batman with my visiting cousin
yet on many a sultry afternoon i find her cool as an unearthed potato
my fledgling mustache would have been pathetic if it weren't so pitiful
some of us don't really experience life
evidently my family was too perfect for her to be comfortable around
so dancing boy whimsically fell short down there which makes it ok?
she went to a party where they all got quiet during stairway to heaven
instead we just observe others when we manage to crawl out of our grub hole
then one determined act of defiance was all i needed
well maybe two
if you count the time i called on a neighbor
seems the brother of one of my classmates snagged a piece of the berlin wall
and a flippant middle finger got me chased across the parking lot after work
on my 18th birthday
but permeating all this was a rare distant mood
beckoning eventide luminescence
hopeful and savory
anything is possible
at night the radio picks up worldwide rock from new orleans
seniors cut in the lunch line
because we can
a transfer student and pastor's son joins me in crooning some elvis
aqua-netted underclass hotties hit me up for change
love shack bayyyyy beeeee
time to live a little
or maybe
a lot
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
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