Thursday, August 21, 2008

Pillow Talk

champ city
strung out faces, drunken voices,
tough guys with tamed girls.

lovely city
i want to make you happy,
but we only have broken promises & bruises.

lost city
a sink full of dirty dishes,
we are all lonely, but not alone.

oh champion city
we throw away our empty bottles, our bodies,
but we lose ourselves when we're held first in a lover's eyes.

1 comment:

Mark J said...

Niiiiice
Champ city is an absolute tumor.
I love it, silly tumor.
Took a while to grow on me, I guess.
Woops! Human error.