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Café & Concerto

I need you like the flower needs the rain
You know I need you, guess I’ll start it all again
You know I need you like the winter needs the spring
You know I need you, I need you…

~*~

overwhelming—

the crashing tidal waves

of concerto and palatable

patisserie tastes alike

strummed electric strings

intertwining with bitter

yet dainty chocolate rumble

rough vocals like rough sketches

of rembrandt’s lost art

interlacing and intertwining

in rosaceous thorns like earrings

around my wilting lungs

and caramel macchiato sips

dripping on cherry ink.

beatbox, wind chime, cymbal

symphonies and deep bass

thrumming withing the pulse

of my heart’s sanctity

like the tick of woodblocks

guitars twanging, reverberating

in ceramic sugar jars and

lilliputian silver spoons

placed aesthetically in tables

of a checkered cloth blue

siting under ruby rotund lamps

and incandescent fairy lights

the spill of fountains and tree roots

mellowing down tired eyes that

even the most glaring of

tiny glowing screens cannot

disrupt nor ever distract—

as their helter-skelter classics

bring me back to the past

among decades and centuries

of the good olden days

sixties, seventies, eighties

losing to rustic country music

losing track of time

losing sense to the rhythms

losing languorous repasts

losing myself and finding out…

until my drink is lukewarm.

and the sanctuary of the audience

humming, clapping, cheering

in pleasant pleasantries

sweet teeth stuck in a smile

effete tastes and composition turns

crashing and colliding,

disorienting and dizzying,

blinking and blocking;

until the beat of my halcyon heart

is chiseled to the atmosphere

of that whimsical place

and i feel like i completely belong…

overwhelmed.

~*~

And every day, I’d laugh the hours away
Just knowing you were thinking of me
And then it came that I was put to blame
For every story told about me, about me…

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Makeout Sessions Gone Wrong in Las Vegas Stripclubs

Now I’m of consenting age
To be forgetting you in a cabaret
Somewhere downtown where a
Burlesque queen may even ask my name
As she sheds her skin on stage
I’m seated and sweating to a
Dance song on the club’s P.A…

~*~

If you can go any cheaper

I’ll find you a stumbling vomit drunk in blind alleys

Askin’ for a round of drinks

In exchange for tying stems of maraschino cherries

With your manipulating tongue

And your unwilling flesh that’s just cigarette smoke

I can trespass through over again

But I can never touch, ’cause my heart will only choke

.

And if I was any more hopeless

You’ll find me hanging off the stools in backdoor bars

Holding another shivering bottle

Lusting to catch my tenth falling wornout rusted star

Hooking up in insalubrious stands

When all I care about is satisfying imminent attention

No jezebel can be too in demand

Let’s get wasted tonight, regret simplifying the caution

.

And if both of us were to crash together

Oh what a shame it couldn’t be when we’re both sober

Let’s just fuck ’til we damage our brains

And tomorrow we’ll be nothing but sidewalk remains

For everything is exciting with no chance

The pain and malicious intentions intensifies romance

Somehow this love affair feels much better

When we’re scratching the backs and sense off each other.

~*~

Well, I’m afraid that I—
Well, that’s right, well I may have faked it
And I wouldn’t be caught dead in this place!
And isn’t this exactly where you’d like me?
I’m exactly where you’d like me, you know
Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety…

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