Jan 17 2008
She Knows
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
Wow. The author must be amazing.