You be the guy on the couch
and I’ll be the love of your life
we can take turns at the kitchen sink
contemplate Kierkegaard
contemplate soap scum
contemplate why this house is haunted
You can pay the electric bill
you can pay the pied piper
you can pay for the mistakes I make
we can build a better life
We can build a rocket ship
we can build a bomb
if you want
but you won’t push the button
and I can say “You saved the world”
you can be my hero
We’ll keep the devil under the kitchen table
we’ll set our plates on that same one
we’ll pile our mail in the left hand corner
we’ll pile our fuck-yous and slam-fists on there too
and when the going gets rough
so will we
I’ll stop cleaning my rooms
when my life becomes a mess
there will be dirty laundry
a soiled red dress
We can listen to P.J. Harvey
watch soft porn
we can eat popped corn
we can eat potato chips
we can eat cigarettes
like a right arm
like a best friend
like a slow noose
we can
from here
to just this much too far
and then and then
and then I can walk away.
Tammy. WOOHOO. This rocks. Thanks for following me. I shall follow you as well. Another dangerous poet, I can tell.;-) Alice
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Thanks for the awesome feedback Alice! I’m looking forward to reading more of your work.
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