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I step outside for a second...
Won't need a coat,
just a light jacket.
It's been two weeks,
I can't wait to see her.
Step back in, stop
to take a quick look
in the mirror;
nothing too fancy,
(I don't want to seem desperate)
a red T over blue jeans,
her favorite pair because
she likes the way
they hug me.
I comb my hair,
brush my teeth,
feed the cat, now
it's time to leave.

She asked me to
meet her at the park.
The one downtown where
people always go to
walk their dogs.
During the 10 minute hike,
my excitement begins to peek.
Almost there, almost...
there she is. I spot her
on a bench as soon as I
turn the corner,
other than her the
park is empty.

I jog over and take a seat.
She doesn't even look at me,
just drops an envelope
on my lap, with the word
"sorry" written in red ink.
I open it up to find
only one thing,
an engagement ring,
the one from me.

I can't think of a reason.
I close my eyes
long enough
to notice I've
stopped breathing.
I open my eyes, open my mouth
and turn to her to say...
nothing, she's already
up and on her way.

I realize just how empty
the park really is.
The quiet emphasizing
the subtle snap and crackle
of autumn's failing patience,
and with each step heard
I wonder under which leaf
she's hidden my backbone
and dignity.

A Hand To Take Hold of the Scene

I'm the band in a show 'bout a man holding hands with his wife
On a therapist's couch with his face to the ground after ****ing around countless nights
And there's this one episode, close-up cameras were showing him crying
His red head and his red eyes

I'm a band in a show 'bout a boy being buried alive
From his head to his toes by a criminal but with a sensitive soul with a set of raccoon eyes
And there's this scene in the show when a hustler knows he's gonna die
The ground opens and he climbs inside

And as he speaks his last line, a thought falls from his mind and I pick it up right it through the TV
Oh, oh
Is there a hand to take hold of the scene?

I'm a man in a dream and there, dancing in front of my eyes
Is the queen, formed out of flaws with her eyes all gone odd and a rod bolted into her spine
She rises up like a yawn, grips my heart like a claw, splits apart like a jaw, like an eye
And she asks me with a sigh

When we're so far from right
When we're losing the fight
When we're letting the light weaken it's beam
Is there a hand to take hold of the scene?

I want a smile like a glistening shard, I want a kiss that's as sharp as a knife
The day expires
And the dry, cracked, trembling lips God saw fit to put this kiss inside
I lift them up to you, I'd like to bear witness to a light that is fine and is filling the cryingest eyes
Grace in each face that is making the wastedest, brokenest ones fairly fly
Love that is innocent, of that old cynical, covetous, cancerous vibe
And a beauty that annihilates all life

Like it's lived in these nights, holding your hatred tight
Like a sign that you're right or you're strong
When your doors are shut tight, I will dream you tonight
And my dream will just sweep you along
When all the fires are fanned, when we're shucking our plans
When we're too weak to stand on our two feet
Is there a hand to take hold of this scene?
Problem is, green is just a great song.

I'll think about this.
There's only one thing we can do to thwart the plot of these albino shape-shifting lizard BITCHES!