ashobobasho

Forever is a three letter word. L-i-e. Because somebody wrote on the window and smudged it, libel; let me tell you, "babe" your hands are looking mighty dirty. Would you believe me if I said "I don't need you"? And to think I almost changed my life for you. And to imagine forever with you. And to remember every night we talked sang shared and I cried. I don't see you anymore. It's more like I see lie lie lie raising up hopes I'd rather you'd just left me where you found me. Would you believe me if I said "I understand"? You know you can't run from you, and I guess I can't either. You filled me wi

She is chocolate--dark lips stained with lust and dried-up sweet nothings loaned to the nearest ear, soft white dresses swishing around smooth calves dainty yet exotic above strapped heels. He is vanilla--the sweet extreme of a nation pumping out factory-direct commercial sludge. To look in his eyes is to see the calm dead of a moonless sea lost to any tourist because it has always been right in front of them and they have never really seen it. I watch them. Me, a simple poet, delving in sticky food metaphors. Call me a romantic. Call me bored. Call me hungry? They are dainty. Yet banal. Delicate spires of crystalline ice hang on her; his