Santa Maria.
written 7.26.05
movement at the speed of red light turning to green-- running away without leaving the suburbs, hands frozen to the steering wheel by an artificially icy blast from the vents in the dashboard. inside the metal and glass, you forget the night is perfect and balmy and the windows should be put down.
squeak and scrape and stop, another light, reflecting like crimson flame in the puddles along the side of the road. a telephone pole is silhouetted against the moon, a makeshift cross-- plastic jesus, santa maria on a playing card facedown in the gutter, and you wonder what anything means at all anymore.
it seems as easy as a sofa or a park or a stolen moment of bravery, just a single movement. the flicker of fingers, a degree of a smile and mystery in your teeth-- voodoo broken, spell searing from feet to belly in a hot arrow of near-pain, low and insistent.
it is all possibility and no conclusion; all hypothesis and never theory. insistence perches inside like a twisted mistress, but bravery is useless without someone chain it to.
santa maria in the gutter and the light is yellow, and all i can do is wait for you or come myself.
movement at the speed of red light turning to green-- running away without leaving the suburbs, hands frozen to the steering wheel by an artificially icy blast from the vents in the dashboard. inside the metal and glass, you forget the night is perfect and balmy and the windows should be put down.
squeak and scrape and stop, another light, reflecting like crimson flame in the puddles along the side of the road. a telephone pole is silhouetted against the moon, a makeshift cross-- plastic jesus, santa maria on a playing card facedown in the gutter, and you wonder what anything means at all anymore.
it seems as easy as a sofa or a park or a stolen moment of bravery, just a single movement. the flicker of fingers, a degree of a smile and mystery in your teeth-- voodoo broken, spell searing from feet to belly in a hot arrow of near-pain, low and insistent.
it is all possibility and no conclusion; all hypothesis and never theory. insistence perches inside like a twisted mistress, but bravery is useless without someone chain it to.
santa maria in the gutter and the light is yellow, and all i can do is wait for you or come myself.
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*big hugs* I love you, Girlfriend.
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