Tuesday, July 20, 2010


why does it have to be that
i have to drink so much
before i can think straight?
before i can stop looking
for you here and there
i checked six times
and there was still nothing
there to wait for but
i waited anyway.
you were out there living
singing songs in the street
and twisting pepper shakers.
are you worth the wait?
are you worth the jingling tips
in your thought jar?
another pissed off letter
i should have mailed to you
sat in my car for weeks.
not a day goes by
(floating or speeding)
that i don't hear you
talking about cities
or building mountains
you can stay or go
but don't forget
to check unnecessarily for me
the way i do for you.

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