Alleyway Ranting

2/7/11

It's still in the air, the drink from that night
she held my hand, but not for love.
It was to keep herself from stumbling face first down the stairs.
What romance, huh?
Yeah, whatever.
I guess affection is close to liquor
when they are rolling hard in your gut.
Could barely tell which was my own
let alone read her store bought bones.
Now it just pisses me off
(which is quite an improvement, trust me),
reminds me of turgor pressure and osmosis and all that sciency-geeky-stuff I find poetry in.
You probably don't get the metaphors but just go with it,
cuz I don't understand half the deep references she made but GOD
her voice rang loud and deep.
Saccharine and something else
offset the sweet.
Lowlights to the sun
outlined and intertwined with her tongue and my imagination.
Does it count as inventive to toss the past at a wall of future?
See what sticks and fill in the rest,
like a doodle book for kids.
"What do you think this line could be? You decide! You guess!"
Yeah, that's for kids who get sick of coloring in the lines
but can't start from scratch,
(Blank paper tweaks their fragile minds)
who need a concrete project instead of barbie dolls.
Me? I was busy shaving heads.
Blonde wreckage in piles on my carpet.
I'm still cutting hair with scissors in the pale lamplight.
You like the job I did on her? Could've done better
but back to the point (18 metaphors later).
That night, each after, and each in between
had a bottle and biscuit - she wielded as swords.
I held mine close, shielding from the parts that stung,
praying for a reward for being a good boy,
bracing blow after blow, reality thrown full speed.
Merciless but honest and I was neither.
Made a bed there out of boxes - like my blanket of newspaper?
I'll fetch one for you if you care to join.
We could build a home in this street,
just ignore the piss filled gutter and coughing neighbor, Joe.
He's harmless (I think), I'm the one you gotta avoid.
Who wouldn't want this paradise?
I'll hold you when it rains, protect you from rats,
provide all the substance you need to pretend that
this is a happy ending after all.
Wait what? Whats wrong?
Why are you shaking your head?
Why can't I call or text of even whisper your name?
You say you don't want this? You say you don't want me?
La-la-la-la let's see what doodle I can make
from those two lines, "loved you" and "while it was, it was great."
Puzzle piece a romance, subtitles and all.
Sounds much prettier muted,
easier to fall for the masquerade.
Welcome to the insane creator's alleyway.
Pull up some cardboard while I spin tales of dragons and a princess,
forbidden love, villainous madmen
with braces and acne and 10 pounds too much gut
WHAT THE FUCK could he have pulled to come out on top?
Ahem. Anyway.
Care for some rainwater tea? One lump or two?
See this one time she looked at me by her locker and I could tell....
This other time she held my hand a second too long....
and um... how about the other time... when she, um...
wow.
Even Joe thinks I'm loony, my words finally strung out
a bit too far - I can see the holes,
hear the thumping of buzzards wings,
Feel my resolve let go.
Grab my flashlight, put in a pack of double A's.
Adultery Addiction Awareness Amen.
Shine a light on the past and let it just glow,
Put the bottle back on the shelf and pick up a pen.
Time to turn off the treadmill and open the front door.
There's a world out there screaming for play
and when you walk on pavement a destination awaits.
Alright, whatever, I guess you've made your point.
But can I bring the sports page with me? It might get cold.