Missoula Looks High Tonight
Kwyjibo
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All the kiddies with their Tevas
and their dreadlocks, and their
40,000 dollar cars, know what I mean
when I say, "Tie-dye doesn't mix with a plasma tv."
But for all of you who are with me,
84' Chevy Nova limping home.
Headlights headed for the North Side.
Missoula will get high tonight.
When we walk around half-drunk,
slurring at the stars,
we walk straight past the bouncers.
The underage, know the very best bars.
And the house-parties on Burlington,
and the ones up in the South Hills,
are all filled with the burning youth
desperate to get rid of the chills.
And in a rundown bathroom in Jesse hall
On Wasted Wednesday, at 3AM,
One hand clutches the rim of the toilet,
the other slides down the urine soaked tile,
and my, oh my, Missoula looks high tonight.
and their dreadlocks, and their
40,000 dollar cars, know what I mean
when I say, "Tie-dye doesn't mix with a plasma tv."
But for all of you who are with me,
84' Chevy Nova limping home.
Headlights headed for the North Side.
Missoula will get high tonight.
When we walk around half-drunk,
slurring at the stars,
we walk straight past the bouncers.
The underage, know the very best bars.
And the house-parties on Burlington,
and the ones up in the South Hills,
are all filled with the burning youth
desperate to get rid of the chills.
And in a rundown bathroom in Jesse hall
On Wasted Wednesday, at 3AM,
One hand clutches the rim of the toilet,
the other slides down the urine soaked tile,
and my, oh my, Missoula looks high tonight.
The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.
I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
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but memories...they eat me
I've seen it all before,...
bring it on cause I'm no victim.
-Ghost
this poem evokes memories from my childhood days as a collegiate student studying nothing other than a way to pleasure.
hehehe
then ahem
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
That's exactly what I was goin' for olderman. It's about my first two years in this glorious town.
I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
it's growing up just like me.
Bozeman's high every night as well, and "Granola" runs rampant lol!
Here's my MT poem I wrote a while back: (when I lived in Shelby, MT)
Shelby Moon
This silver eye,
Navigating nights of beauty,
Over Shelby,
Over us,
Over each breath between each kiss.
Small talk of small lips,
Whispering mist.
In it's descent,
It's like its writing a metaphor,
Small but profound,
My arm around you,
In the hand grasping mine,
Close to your heart.
The silver eye,
Seems to smile,
So papery white and weary,
And the sparklies that surround the Shelby Moon climb,
Softly,
Trying to see through the night,
Through the window,
To where we are.
Trying to see what heaven is like on Earth,
In Shelby,
Montana.
Before she fades away,
The silver eye,
And sparklies beside,
Fall,
Defeated,
Cause though the sky was lit,
The windows were fogged,
And Heaven,
Was not meant for Shelby Moon's eyes.
Reminds me of my 20's....
Now that I'm 30 though,
I've calmed down.
But...
I still have my tye-dye
and my beat up Nissan Altima
with the AV sticker on the back,
and
still scrapin for pennies
goin against dr's advice not to drink on meds:)
A whisper and a chill
adv2005
"Why do I bother?"
The 11th Commandment.
"Whatever"
PETITION TO STOP THE BAN OF SMOKING IN BARS IN THE UNITED STATES....Anyone?