secrets

weedweed Posts: 475
edited October 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I saw you, I heard you.
I'd like to see you here again
not on tv - placed over someone else ...
but I'll take what I can get.
I thought it was kinda wierd
when your mechanic friend called me
talking about his friend
and how he couldn't get a date
or sell his house because of
a mirrored disco ball
and then your satellite guy
calls me the next day
and starts talking about
wanting me to go on a
job with him to see an elevator
and wanting me to make
him pop-tarts for breakfast ...
the only thing he's gonna get
is a black eye .
Then I heard you say
that it was really gonna be you
not them.
" Just call and let me know,
even if you are babysitting "
and as for the orange disc
that was being waved in my face ...
I guess that was the autograph
you were talking about ...
I saw the dog
and what Lucky and Spike
were trying to do. (Sorry about that !)
I've heard myself, I've seen myself ...
and I'll tell you right now
that I don't like it one bit
not funny at all
and the plane and the boat shit
I still don't understand.
Maybe I would if
somebody cared to tell me
about what happened
that very first time.
Three sides to every story
* one willing to talk freely,
** one only talks to the other one
*** the other one says " it never happened"
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