the answer came like a shot in the back while you
were running from your lesson, which might explain why years
later all you
could remember was the terror of the question. plus, you weren't
listening
hard, you were stockpiling canned goods and making a bomb shelter
of our
basement. and i can't believe you let the moral go by while you
were soaking in
the product placement. and where was your conscience? where was
your
consciousness? and where did you put all those letters that you
wrote to
yourself but could not address? yeah, i'm a good kisser, and
you're a fast
learner, and that kind of thing could float us for a pretty long
time. and
then one day, you'd realized you've memorized my phone number,
and you'll
call it and find it's a disconnected line. cuz i got tossed out
the window of
love's el camino and i shattered into a shower of sparks on the
curb. you
were smoking me weren't you between your yellow fingers, you just
inhaled and
exhaled without saying a word. where was your conscience? where
was your
consciousness? and what did you do with all those letters you
wrote to
yourself but could not address? there's a smorgasbord of unspoken
poisons,
the whole childhood of potions that are all bottled up, and so
one by one i
am dusting off labels, i am uncorking bottles and i am filling up
cups. go
ahead and have a taste of your own medicine. here i'll have a
taste of mine,
but first lets toast to the lists that we hold in our fists of
the things
that we promised to do differently next time. cuz the answer came
like a shot
in the back while you ran from your lesson which might explain
why years
later all you could remember the terror of the question. cause
i'm not listening
to you anymore. my head is too sore and my heart's perforated and
i am mired in the marrow of my
"well ain't that funny?" bone, learning how to be alone and
devastated. where was my conscience? where was my consciousness?
and where
do i put all these letters that i wrote to myself but could not
address?
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