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Where the Sidewalk Ends (Past Silverstein)

Confront Silverstein,
we've found it here, all these fuzzy wuzzies. What else could it be?
New track, new traction, same bounce, same curve,
Outside, the wind is blowing crinkled leaves down onto the concrete
With thunderous thuds, and
Night’s comin’ across the Hawthorne bridge like a semi,
Dont matter here though, “I love you man, no homo.”
And we laughed every second of the dance,
Shoving our middles against College Girl asses,
So dangerous, what if she turns around?
And sees our chalcedony stares, open mouths,
Eyes shaking themselves like a skydiver down to our cupping hands
And back up to the smell of her hair
That might still be on our breath in the morning.

How far can we push it? Till she turns, curtsies,
Throws us down and has her way with us.
Windowless, decision-less, no decisions to make anyway,
Just take our time with the way we move our waists, in,
Hard, like a Boy George or a Dave Chapelle. Add in a gesture
Or two, match her devils horns, Pink polish,
Past Silverstein, into her body pushing back like a breath,
Out with the cold air, in with her warmth,
Pushing back, hot like a lover.

We tried to name it the morning after, went outside
On the bridge and tried to list the feeling-
Breathed each others breaths until we got odd looks-
But all we could manage to put on our pads-
Red, Orange, Yellow,
Green, Blue, Indigo,
And Violet.

So its now
And all we want is to get down on our knees,
Like a retired painter,
And thank her for this dance.

But we know when we’ve had enough,
And we walk outside to go crush leaves and make them
Explode in the youthful night. Oh well, give us a couple of years
And maybe then I’ll be able to tell what’s really past
Where the Sidewalk Ends.
Last edited by #1 synth at Feb 22, 2008,