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There is a stool stretching out on the floor

There are broken guitars and accordions on the walls

There are stickers with false hopes on windows and doors

There are posters of people I don’t know

There spits a man pretending to play the saxophone

There are no zoos in this underground

There isĀ  walking, talking meat sliding down the stairs

There are gates which open only for those with nice handwriting

There is no writing on the walls to compare, only numbers which mean everything to anyone who cares

And the welcome mat on the ceiling greets only those who look down

It’s home

 

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I’m Only Dancing

We’re dancing in time, we’re dancing tonight. She holds onto my hands, I hold onto her sight. The room is small, the drunks are tall, and we’re in the middle of it all. Fairy Lights paint the mood, and the jazz is smooth, and if this is jazz, I like it, someone says.

I run to the bar and ask for a small coke. The bar girl is lost in thought, thinking about how people called Barbara were once young. She snaps out of it after I say small coke for the fifth time, for the final rhyme. Excuse me? she asks. A small what? She wonders aloud. Continue reading

Vibrate

Mmm, I love those vibrations.

Oh yes, I let them run all over my body.

It’s such a buzz to feel it on my throat.

I get high from down below.

You can even add a sound, it creates double the fun they say.

These good vibrations come from different places, different times, and different faces.

It’s not the content, but the sensation.

It’s not the context, but the gratification.

And when I see her there, those vibrations aren’t there.

So I just want to go home, to look forward to feeling more.

But they are no longer there.

 

 

 

 

Lying on the Living Room Rug

Lying on the living room rug is a wonderful past time.

The soft surface lets you sink right on in.

You can sprawl across it like the corpse in a murder mystery party.

And if the blinds are up, people can only wonder just how much fun you’re having

Even with your coat still on. Your shoes still on. Your bag still on.

Yes, I’ve been lying on this rug for quite some time.