Engrave the clouds on my right wrist,
Twist my arm and click my heart back into place,
Unwrap my smile and make me some coffee
Under a tree as I write poems about the sun
On white floorboards that crack.
Dry my eyes with scriptures and leave me stranded on some corner,
Washing the troubles off my life.
Draw me a parasol and take my picture on a pier,
Adjust the lighting in my eyes
And find a love note in your pocket...















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Check out Everything Sucks to find out why they rock so hard.
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... and a voice was screaming: Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?
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You have this quick-hitting dirty New York
street accent, you know that? If I colored your poems
they'd be grays and blacks, and splashed in red.
I don't know who you are but I felt the sting of that slap
from your last argument on the pavement.
S h o w m e w h o y o u a r e;
enlighten me, if you will.
And this time don't hold back when you swing.
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When all of the stars have faded away,
try not to worry, you'll see them someday..
Oasis
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