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Voters: 7.
the pearly eyes of a pirate bride

i think of you in black and white
but i never get the contrast right
on the portable TV that's become my home
next to the dresser, the bed and the telephone
in my black and white room where vinyl plays
cause i was never so crazy for these new fangled ways

every day at four i unlock the door,
make milky coffee, make this place mean more to me,
but i could never fall in love in a place like this;
it's all in the insecure moments
between the smile and the kiss.
you've got to miss those once you're married with kids

so once your ship comes back to shore
and picks you up to man it
i'll be trickling around the coastlines
leaving notes for you in sandpits,
shining declarations written in an ancient language
wishing i could see the colour of the ocean
through the lenses of my glasses

i play the sailer wishing for a cocaine brain
which communicates what i want to say,
but i've got sea salt in my veins, babe,
dying to die in a watery grave,

your kaleidoscope eyes never cry,
your kaleidoscope eyes never see the stormy skies

you at my side as my pirate bride
would be just lovely, miss,
but i could never fall in love with a time like this.

Album of the Year

The first time that I met her
I was throwing up in the ladies room stall
She asked me if I needed anything
I said, “I think I spilled my drink”
And that’s how it started
Or so I’d like to believe

She took me to her mother’s house
Outside of town where the stars hang down
She said she’d never seen someone so lost
I said I’d never felt so found
And then I kissed her on the cheek
And so she kissed me on the mouth

The spring was popping daises up
Around rusted trucks and busted lawn chairs
We moved into a studio in Council Bluffs
To save a couple bucks
Where the mice came out at night
Neighbors were screaming all the time

We’d make love in the afternoons
To Chelsea Girls and Bachelor #2
I’d play for her some songs I wrote
She’d joke and say I’m shooting through the roof
I’d say, “They’re all for you, dear
I’ll write the album of the year”

And I know she loved me then
I swear to God she did
It was the way she’d bite my lower lip
And push her hips against my hips
And dig her nails so deep into my skin

The first time that I met her
I was convinced I had finally found the one
She was convinced I was under the influence
Of all those drunken romantics
I was reading Fante at the the time
I had Bukowski on my mind

She got a job at Jacob’s
Serving cocktails to the local drunks
Against her will, I fit the the bill
I perched down at the end of the bar
She said, “Space is not just a place for stars
I gave you an inch, you want a house with a yard”

And I know she loved me once
But those days are done
She used to call me every day
From a pay phone on her break for lunch
Just to say she can’t wait to come home

The last time that I saw her
She was picking through which records were hers
Her clothes were packed in boxes
With some pots and pans and books and a toaster
Just then a mouse scurried across the floor

We started laughing until it didn’t hurt
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