mrswoo
01-18-2007, 06:53 AM
He pulled gossamer elephants
from the sky as we crushed
grass-angels beneath sweat
sticky backs.
So beautiful. He is so beautiful
with that tousled I-just-woke-up
hair and shit-eating grin.
Rainy days in town we chased
distorted reflections down in the
wet slick sheen of the water
sluiced promenade.
I wish he'd change out of that
HardRock Cafe shirt; it's all he
ever seems to wear anymore.
Crisp October evenings we
rushed to the State Fair
to get sugar sick and spin
crazy. I was terrified of
heights, but he wasn't.
Maybe if I just give him some space...
He was William Hung on a bad
vocal day, couldn't even find a
tune, let alone carry one; hell,
he couldn't even carry the bucket!
But he sang "Midnight Train to
Georgia" and "Friends in Low
Places and "Free Bird",
lips to the broomstick,
inhibitions out the window...
out the window.
He looks happier than a breast
man at a Hooters Grand Opening.
He always said we could fly
like elephants and angels.
I'm so SICK of that stupid shirt!
I tried to tell him we don't have
wings.
I better give him some space.
Maybe I'll move the candles.
We all thought he was so happy.
Oh, God. The photo doesn't do
him justice in that light.
And he knew all the songs -- all
the words to the songs, that has
to count for something.
Shit. Shit. No, shit. Oh shit --
it's not him. Never was really
him with that polaroid smile.
Elephants don't have wings either.
from the sky as we crushed
grass-angels beneath sweat
sticky backs.
So beautiful. He is so beautiful
with that tousled I-just-woke-up
hair and shit-eating grin.
Rainy days in town we chased
distorted reflections down in the
wet slick sheen of the water
sluiced promenade.
I wish he'd change out of that
HardRock Cafe shirt; it's all he
ever seems to wear anymore.
Crisp October evenings we
rushed to the State Fair
to get sugar sick and spin
crazy. I was terrified of
heights, but he wasn't.
Maybe if I just give him some space...
He was William Hung on a bad
vocal day, couldn't even find a
tune, let alone carry one; hell,
he couldn't even carry the bucket!
But he sang "Midnight Train to
Georgia" and "Friends in Low
Places and "Free Bird",
lips to the broomstick,
inhibitions out the window...
out the window.
He looks happier than a breast
man at a Hooters Grand Opening.
He always said we could fly
like elephants and angels.
I'm so SICK of that stupid shirt!
I tried to tell him we don't have
wings.
I better give him some space.
Maybe I'll move the candles.
We all thought he was so happy.
Oh, God. The photo doesn't do
him justice in that light.
And he knew all the songs -- all
the words to the songs, that has
to count for something.
Shit. Shit. No, shit. Oh shit --
it's not him. Never was really
him with that polaroid smile.
Elephants don't have wings either.