She calls me up from Dallas, with a tin can from her cardboard palace. All broken down like the radiator burst, and she can’t be touched because of how much it hurts.
Things are bad and, only getting worse. Belly dancing in a peacock shirt, at the bust stop, with Buck’s old hot finger up her shirt because you don’t get a pay check from Grey neck to flirt.
The cigarette tray at the Arcade’s empty, a kiss on the brown envelope she sent me, cocktail lounge on an old dirty mattress, a long way from home and a bus to Kansas.
Drunk and drinking and, Lost and thinking and, Scooby Doo, the right thing to do is phone me, because all alone is so lonely,
Magpie
Why don’t you marry me. My mom will let us live inside the basement for free.
You and me, Magpie. You and I, are love.
And all the hard, and tragically flawed, and desperately fleeting, awfully cold, and old, and torn inside, and dark, and pretty mistaken, and broken apart, and brave and trapped and cracked in the bottom.
A creepy old guy, I love you so my.
Brave and trapped and cracked in the bottom, a creepy old guy I love you so my, a creepy old guy, I love you so my,
Magpie.
Why don’t you marry me, My mom will let us live inside her basement for free.
You and me, Magpie. You and I, are love.
And all the hard, and tragically flawed, and desperately fleeting, awfully cold, and old, and torn inside, and dark, and pretty mistaken, and broken apart, and brave and trapped and cracked in the bottom.
A creepy old guy, I love you so my.
And all the hard, and tragically flawed, and desperately fleeting, awfully cold, and old, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah…
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