He stands there
Completely unattainable to me
Happy and gay
The only one I'll ever love
So I don't have to...
But truth be told
He is not gay
And I am not a lover,
Just rejection phobic
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Whiskey Hand
Proletariat moonshiner, lost in scandal’s rock solid breast
Waiting for something lucky to pass your way
Waxing jovial, mixing publican
Bootleggin Tempter
Your eyes dance across lies,
Open tip jar laughing
You make lovers wary, crush tears to ice
And rouse weak mean brave,
Hero to toilers and hustlers alike
But when the crowd erodes
And fluorescent sins rise, making way for broom, mop
It’s your chapped hands and sullen mouth I crave
Against my breasts and thighs
Waiting for something lucky to pass your way
Waxing jovial, mixing publican
Bootleggin Tempter
Your eyes dance across lies,
Open tip jar laughing
You make lovers wary, crush tears to ice
And rouse weak mean brave,
Hero to toilers and hustlers alike
But when the crowd erodes
And fluorescent sins rise, making way for broom, mop
It’s your chapped hands and sullen mouth I crave
Against my breasts and thighs
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