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A Weak Or So
called Mary Jane Friday night
told her i had to get away
needed a bit of room
to breathe
she laughed merciless in my face:
"You can't leave me baby. You couldn't leave me for all the breaths in the atmosphere. You couldn't leave me for any girl in the world. You couldn't leave me to save your life. You need me."
contained my welling indignation
told her it'd only be a week or so
needed to suck in some fresh air
dust my brain for cobwebs
she snorted in utter contempt
"A week or so is a long time, baby. You'll wait a whole day for an hour to pass. You'll tear out your hair and scream yourself to sleep. You'll be burning quarters into your leg. You'll wake up and you'll want to come back. You need me."
slammed the telephone down hard
told the still air to fuck herself
searched my pockets for a joint
to wipe that call away
Oh yeah, a week or so
she's right like an arrow
i need her
i like this, alot! its great how you just let it flow, or at least made it seem that way. post some more, we're getting anxious! --hols
wow this is beautiful but so sad. you need to post some more.. you haven't done as much lately! oh...i listened to your song on that website and it's AWESOME! yall are very gifted. keep it up =)
brittany~
hey stephen, i like this one. you haven't written and posted one in forever. oh well this one is still amazing, keep writing and posting so i have good poetry to read. luv yas. bye
Hey darlin
I called Mary Jane on Friday night too. No luck. But in a different way. Another day, m'dear....