The Last Thing I Expected

the streetlights are coming on strong

but with no one to show them how to shine

they burn on bad beer and cheap wine

they stumble in a straight line

sullen sobriety under my feet

(drunk on Saint George Street)

I brake for broken hearts

honk my horn and wave

(make mine a metal grave)

 

the night is what I needed

at the end of a long damn day

I look forward to being a selfish bastard

while my lover listens in abject boredom

(slowly rolling her eyes away)

ever since I learned to speak

I've been trying to sit and stay

to play dead, well, I've been tempted

but my dreams are easily resurrected

by the beauty of questions

the cancer of answers

the numbing of knowing

nothing for certain

 

the last thing I expected

the first thing, I never saw coming

I was drumming my fingers

knocking on wood

I don't know if I can

love her more

(but I should)

 

boys and girls

are sticks and stones

a barrage of broken bones

splinters in the marrow

(I'll tease them out tomorrow)

I can't tell whose time I'm killing

whose dreams I'm dripping down the drain

it won't rain, but the clouds lose weight

feels great getting down to my skin again

but I'm sick of sticking to myself

tangling with the wild roses

tearing and hacking

and walking through town

with all my scratches showing

everyone asking,

"where do you

think you're growing?"

 

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