May 10, 2010

the neon lights beckon you home again and my letters still escape you, don't they?

& she's a pretty little thing, she is
her careful hands you hold are gloved in white
& she's a pretty little thing, she is
you're laced with  b r i l l i a n t  smiles tonight

defiled Motel 6 sign lets you know it
has  v a c a n c y  for you  (your new friend, too)
a dirty window— the dirty window—
it seems to say, "you see through me, don't you?"

a lipstick stain's all she leaves behind her
( it's crimson, a bouquet of dead roses )
  the  only  difference  here's  the  color
  of  the  powder on the women's noses

the  pretty words  you wanted  there  to be
tonight  are (always) still just out our reach

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