slip
2002-10-26, 7:25 p.m.
Silksoft, satiny slips sliding under
my fingertips...
Nestled between my girl-hips...
Layered in triplicate,
Hanging at just the right lengths,
Slipping over my sandpaper thighs...
And I can't help but think of her...
Carefree hair...
Her... kiss-me girl stare...
My soul stripped bare
Parading around in that smoky bar...
In that moldy three-day old bed...
Sitting silently on glass doorsteps...
Flashbulbs freezing her sad stare...
She didn't know where to put her hands
Didn't know where to keep her thoughts
Didn't know when to fucken' stop.
Sent me packin'...
Runnin' scared...
She didn't know then...
Doesn't know now...
Doesn't fucken care.
Because she's stuck in some stagnant pond
That she thinks... is clear.
Driving 250 miles every friday
For some 2-day dose of his love-me drug
Stealthily slips it under her tongue...
And I sit here... starin' at the walls...
Trying to figure out... what went wrong,
Silksoft, satiny slips sliding under
my fingertips...
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