she said that if we dont have children
we will never become adults
we stay forever childlike
so i look into her eyes
sip my drink
and bath in the warm summer of my youth
forever a child
but forever
amidst the empty beers
and the dirty plates
i looked up from my glass
and i fell in love with you
i wish i could communicate like the greeks to you
like the feminists
like the trashy authors
but all i can do is howl at the same moon
the you might stand under
and hope to god
that you speak dachshund
the streets are quiet and orange
it is 1am
ive left a beautiful girl at the base of her stairs
as my love is in another city
i take the alleyways
quiet
aside from my own clanks
my python skin boots creak
wooden soles agains concrete ring echoes
my legs are like iron logs
my heavy shoulders slump fatigued
with an email from my ex wife
and a poster of a rock show under my arm
there is a beer at home
my legs are like stumps
and the woman i love
is further away than my imagination can travel
it is wednesday
in montreal
and the city is quiet
and so god damn
fucking pretty
amidst the tent poles
the cooking pans
the empty bottles and the garbage
i found your black tube top
and the smell of your lost love
ill just hate myself instead
because i could never say those words
to someone i love
i will always remember how you made me feel
in those last moments,
the last moment
when you never looked back.
I woke up with an emptiness greater than before i met you,
Not even this sadness can touch the edges of the void that you created,
Fuck.
the flowers are dead
the ashtray is full
the air conditioner has leaked everywhere
and the fruit flies have made homes in the empty beer bottles
what a beautiful hungover hell
thank you for letting me remember love
and for reminding me
to avoid it at all costs
zebrasindenver 