May 30, 2002
"How can you laugh when you know I'm down?"
The jacket I wore
The smile I found
The sand I stood in
Boots and all
Promises I made
Promises I accepted
Men in sailor costumes
It is a terrible thing to trust
I don't always win in air hockey
I seldom win in pool
I eat sushi for fun
I'll go through life with my hair in my eyes
And the world on my shoulders
And denial in my handbag
I'll go through life with high-heeled shoes
That show my toes
And pants with slits in them
I'll go through life in battle gear
I would have liked some ice cream
When the day is over
I still want more
When goodbye becomes good grief
I still want
When tomorrow is a promise and never is the bargain
I want it more than ever
This is not the place for this.
Sometimes boredom takes on the appearance of poetry.
And sometimes poetry takes on the feverish pitch of a plea.
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