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"The Forgotten Lover"
On a day with a sky like tarnished silver
she set off, suit case dutifully rolling behind her
like a dog that had been beaten too many times.
Although mistreated, it carried her needs within it
close to it's canvas heart,
keeping them safe and dry just for her.
Faithfully it will fallow at it's master's heels
until it's zipper breaks and it's wheels roll off
and it's pockets are as torn and shredded
as a lover's broken heart.
It seems she will have no choice but to bury it
in a green, smelly graveyard,
an empty pizza box for a grave marker.

"Apology"
rainy days pass
like spring breezes
and give birth to
a thousand flowers,
a fitting apology
for it's despondancy.

"Tequila's Perception"
Taken with three shots of tequila,
life becomes rather funny
People gettin' beat up
and stealing cars for money

Beautiful models on the runway
are prisoners of silicon
Prozac makes you shoot yourself
You're out of minutes on your telephone

These are now all halarious scenarios
so bartender, another round!
I'm gonna get piss drunk
or else I'll hate this ******** town.

"My Top Drawer"
In my top drawer my pan flute played a tune
and the ballet slippers got on it's toes and spun
the tarot cards gave a reading with it's runes
and discovered the ballet would run.

But the Russian phrase book didn't like the dance
and the kung fu shoes wanted center stage
so when the cards encouraged their prance
they both flew in a rage.

The slippers where kicked by the kung fu shoes
the flute was sworn at in Russian by the book
and as the tarot did a reading to see who'd lose
I, hearing the noise, decided to take a look.

When I opened the drawer they all jumped to their place
everything was peaceful and all was right
none of them left any trace
that they'd had a fight.

It's amazing what the things in your top drawer will do when you're not looking...