Toothlessjoe
2008-11-17, 15:37
I remember your lap in the car.
You wore blue-jeans and a brown sweater.
I was lain on your lap that one last time.
I wonder sometimes if maybe I'm
unforgivable. I wonder if I can be saved.
I wonder sometimes if that time I slept
on your lap in the back seat
meant anything to any or all.
It meant a lot to me but fuck
so many things mean so
many things I can't
even begin to
comprehend.
We cooked hot dogs and ham
burgers and that's the last time
time time time time time.
It's a strange word
twovowels, two consonants
two minds.
I never meant to be a criminal.
Remember when? What I need is
a good something or other.
Defense?
Memories fail us.
The problem is that I still
can't let go of my own indiscretions.
I relive my late teens every day and
die for it every night.
It's the one thing I regret it's
the only thing I've never forgotten and
nobody probably understands
including you you you you you but
that doesn't stop it.
I once made an mp3-CD and gave it
to him with a hidden track.
Depeche Mode.
What a fucking farce, you know?
I fall apart every other day but every
memory of it keeps me put
together.
That makes me an ass
a complete ass given my current
consequence but I've been an ass for
decades.
Is it the weather? I don't know but
I do know memories. I do know
that which I miss. I know that which
I forsook.
You wore blue-jeans and a brown sweater.
I was lain on your lap that one last time.
I wonder sometimes if maybe I'm
unforgivable. I wonder if I can be saved.
I wonder sometimes if that time I slept
on your lap in the back seat
meant anything to any or all.
It meant a lot to me but fuck
so many things mean so
many things I can't
even begin to
comprehend.
We cooked hot dogs and ham
burgers and that's the last time
time time time time time.
It's a strange word
twovowels, two consonants
two minds.
I never meant to be a criminal.
Remember when? What I need is
a good something or other.
Defense?
Memories fail us.
The problem is that I still
can't let go of my own indiscretions.
I relive my late teens every day and
die for it every night.
It's the one thing I regret it's
the only thing I've never forgotten and
nobody probably understands
including you you you you you but
that doesn't stop it.
I once made an mp3-CD and gave it
to him with a hidden track.
Depeche Mode.
What a fucking farce, you know?
I fall apart every other day but every
memory of it keeps me put
together.
That makes me an ass
a complete ass given my current
consequence but I've been an ass for
decades.
Is it the weather? I don't know but
I do know memories. I do know
that which I miss. I know that which
I forsook.