She knows
January  17, 2008

Ming Madness

Hallways and heartbeats, abandoned 9th ward streets
Walking along the river at the crack of dawn
Holding hands during Mass, lying to save my ass
Eating beignets at Café du Monde

Mini-van’s in the shop, wannabe cop
Orange Tustin Inn, our favorite hotel
Adjusting the seats, my aversion to beets
Giving in to the glittery lights of hell

Your piercing eyes, planning my alibis
I love what you’ve done with your beautiful mansion
Bathroom scares at the beach, you really should teach
No matter your body fat, you’re still handsome

Out of whack knees, uh oh where are the keys?
Sorry for spilling wine on your pants
Fruit waffles at Plums, Long Beach slums
My two left feet showing you how to dance

Eyelash wish making, Holy Spirit body shaking
Noah…Moses…what’s his name?
Alley of the Pines, watching for creepy signs
Summit and Benedict and Robert Lane

Ruby’s on the pier, Blonde blond beer
Slurring my words – “youuuu aaaaaand meeeee”
Soap shampoo, shoo birdie shoo
Gotta get my frozen yogurt sugar free

No stoops to be found in this pretentious town
Everyday, a shirt with a different phrase
Bloody sheets, no more pigs’ feet
There’d better be cheese at the end of this maze

Eating in strip malls, NOPD morning calls
Riding 40 hours on a dirty Greyhound
You always mocksies the baby talksies
Take me to your church, even though it’s torn down

Cali’s perfect weather, being live together
What in the world is a jimmy?
Downing Bushmills and Plan B morning after pills
Your fasting diet better make me skinny

Low self-esteem, shells from the Philippines
Potential penis disaster diverted
My big nose, resenting private roads
All would be perfect if one of us converted

Muses and flings, digital rings
Nodding to Trent, your new BFF
Newport longboarder, ming hasemorder
Trying to decide which one of us is deaf

Warming the walls of your gallery, impressed by my salary
Frolicking across your mansion lawn
My herpes face, no such thing as race
Sunsets aren’t the same since you’ve been gone

Catholicism is cool and JFK was no fool
801 – your favorite number
Facing spiritual hurdles, hanging with turtles
Landing in a hospital due to lack of slumber

“Terrible” is your word, evangelicals are absurd
I only want your painting if it’s not some sort of trade
Goldfrapp gets me going and my blood flowing
Demonstrating your sex skills on camera at Buddha’s Fave

Supernature and Year Zero, your bike is your hero
Random name plug – ROBERT SUTTON
Childhood dreams of rape, super girlfriend needs a cape
Bowling alley jack up and the reset button

Energizing with a Rockstar, you loving my car
This chunky monkey needs to lose some weight
Blogging together in bed, relieved to have bled
Wondering who lived in that gargantuan estate

Marvel comic heaven, sleeping through the end of 2007
Revealing your genius at Three Thirty Three
Spell check dependent, I’ll destroy your porn when you send it
“I’d love you if you had” will always stay with me

Stealing glass stones, admiring our phones
“Look at me, it’s beautiful”- I’ll never forget
I miss you for realsies and all of our mealsies
The trip was worth every penny, even if we’re both now in debt

Making science warm, metaphysic storm
If I were pretty on top of being awesome, I’d have not one friend
Juno was funny, I actually did slay a bunny
It was Lovely 2 C U, and I hope to again