BEAR HANDS: WRITING AND POETRY
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Thursday, November 6, 2008
Night Owls
I've been following train tracks
You didn't question my motives because
it rolled off my lips so certain, like smoke from a cigarette butt.
I gave it all up for a single night when I was so sure of who I was.
When it was over I knew I was someone different then I had previously imagined.
My breaths were quick and all the imaginary love we'd held evaporated like a cold sigh in winter.
This wasn't love, it was the quickest way out,
like a hotel on douglas street,when there's nowhere left to go
Yeah, I told you so certain
how to hold on to your name,
"its the only thing
you'll ever be good for. "
All the streets lost their morality as I walked home with some 8 dollar alcohol. Rubs in when life gets that poor.
We trade the cheap to be seen, and it hasn't hit me like it used to.
and you've slipped you're feet out the window so many times, it becomes unatural to walk out of doors.
There is a forced smile in every photograph,
but we'd still like to see it.
The night starts early.
After school brings mention of midnight moons
and soon morning
will be here again.
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