Wouldn't it be nice if. We had an amendment. To give civil rights to women. To once and for all just. Really lay it down from. The point of view of women.
if the mattress was a table top. and the bed sheet was a page. we'd be written out. like a couple of question marks. my convex to your concave. and we'd be lying here.
Growing up it was just me and my mom. Against the world. And all my sympathies were with her. When I was a little girl. But now I've seen both my parents.
More and more there is this animal. Looking out through my eyes. At all the traffic on the road to nowhere. At all the shiny stuff around to buy. At all the wires in the air.
you are subtle as a window pane. standing in my view. but i will wait for it to rain. so that i can see you. you call me up at night. when there's no light passing through.
I will lean into you you can be the wind. I will open my mouth and you can come rushing in. You can rush in so hard and make it so I can't breathe. You know I breathe too much anyway I can do that anyday.
You can't hide. Behind social graces. So don't try. To be all touchy feely. 'cause you lie. In my face of all places. But I got no. Problem with that really.
Things can't get much weirder. This can't get much worse. Don't know why you wouldn't kiss me. But it's a good thing I asked you first.. . You were a big strapping boy with a boner..
I want somebody who sees the pointlessness. And still keeps their purpose in mind. I want somebody who has a tortured soul. Some of the time. I want somebody who will either put out for me.
my lipstick. jumped ship. to a styrofoam cup. with the coffee gone. the conversation strong. all i got left to give. baby, is up. but sentiments like shadows grow.
Back back back in the back of your mind. Are you learning an angry language. Tell me boy boy boy are you tending to your joy. Or are you just letting it vanquish.
I said venice. You heard vegas. Now I say either way. Baby let's go. I get so shaky. . And I just can't shake it. I bliss like this. I'm one of those.
Sitting in the boardroom. The I'm-so-bored room. Listening to the suits. Talk about their world. They can make straight lines. Out of almost anything.
You broke me bodily. The heart ain't the half of it. And I'll never learn to laugh at it. In my good natured way. In fact I'm laughing less in general.
i'm not hurting anyone. i'm just telling my truth. and if there. if there is something wrong. then maybe. there's something wrong with you. what's the big deal.
I am walking. Out in the rain. And I am listening to the low moan. Of the dial tone again. And I am getting. Nowhere with you. And I can't let it go. And I can't get through.
They caught the last poor man on a poor man's vacation. The cuffed him and they confiscated his stuff. They dragged his black ass down to the station.
Second intermission, anticipation. You know the third act. Small talk drops out of the play. . You're standing in the lobby. Tightening your tourniquet.
Squint your eyes and look closer. I'm not between you and your ambition. I am a poster girl with no poster. I am thirty-two flavors and then some. And I'm beyond your peripheral vision.