the long face
she gives me three guesses,
and if i'm clever,
she promises to step right off the train.
the steam pipes hiss
now is when lovers kinder then us
kiss through half open windows
and keep the doors clogged for time
"everythings faded, you think there is color
in europe where people all smoke."
she scowls,
she thinks that i joke
but thats number one
the girl i love begins to drift right
god damn the shoes that i wear
they'll trip up my feet
"you sure that its fair
to play this charade?
you think that i slept with the slut."
thats not it but its no big surprise
she gives me the edge of her eye;
now i've one last try
like dreams but the running is real
i'm hooked to the bar, theres a line right behind
its yellow, its widening fast
the brick here is bad with the vomit of coal
it seems that shes even got hope,
her foot inches down
"you want a new room
without a new smell, a place with our sweat
in the grain of the chairs
your fetish for birds is unleashed,
you love me too much, you're caught up,
you see me, you see me, you see me
get old."
this must have been it
she shrugs as the tracks pull her back
that was four and a quarter or more.
who won?