when you find the corner
of contentment & vine
chaos comes as a dark-eyed lover
yellow cab splashing
through the crosswalk puddle
leaving you nothing but dripping regrets
and the keys to an apartment building
still burning
Tag: taxi cabs
if the silence of your life
gave way to the hotel lobby
of an indie film
this is the raining frame
when night begins to blur into
a paul simon tune
streaks of taxi cab light
clear flashes of his face above yours
dark skin
red shoes running
on a wet platform
barely making a train
back to the real world
suitcase with stories to tell
hair soaking
trench coat concealing
a body sore
still shaking beside his
your hand
hiding
a smile
but helpless
to conceal
mascara tears
what a task
you’ve burdened me with
having to dance like i’m enjoying it
as you watch
masked through the glass
pretending i’m unaware you’re there
wigs, trench coats, switching booths every night
none of it’s working, baby
you’re nothing
if not a predictable animal
it’s your scent
words
and references
that betray you
i could spy with my little eye
and point you out from the blimp
hovering over a pirates game
no
i won’t look up
because in my dreams
i’m curled around you in the back seat
of a taxi cab
weeping for all we lost in the war
confessing to the vicar of god
it’s the sound of your voice
i’ve missed the most
no
i won’t smile at you
smiling is for pussies