Love Greased (Free verse) by Jeremi B. Handrinos
Yeah, so long to your tree house,
and dinner table street lights.
There are no more grown ups to whistle.
Not one beckoning you to âcome insideâ.
The oil lamp hanging in that cob webbed corner?
Has found its way to the garage sale
Lining up to chat their lemonade breaths
sweet 'nd empty again.
I realize now that it all was just
a well endowed second hand lie.
Would you die for me?
Don't you fucking pry.
Away at what helped me pass my days.
Without feeling the need to face float
in the neighbors pool until a scream screamed.
Ataris, and leaky bean bags.
Venture to snap back my snapped awareness.
To a better time, nostalgic and cumbersome.
Reminding my shrinking future
of what should and shouldn't shrivel.
Not to need the hologram rewind
sticker on every box-less
tape in plain sight.
Shine away 'til
you peel up
tight and dirty.
full of skin,
fanning off pride.
Stretching before the infinite.
Inviting the bravest light back to ride.
Come to me for focus.
When fever holds an oil of olay bubbled heaven.
Seven angels, swing these planets.
Seven devils glue their fragments.
Exploding heros take for granted
each and every story planted.
By a pair of dentures smiling
for who knows a fuck why
under that famed hairspray
wig and smokerâs cough.
It's a little too late now.
When there's reducing shades of blue popping
off in every direction plausible.
And batteries that recharge
themselves leaving you scratching your head.
If yours is still there to scratch,
I talk to much about a past
that's doing its best job to forget
about me. Before I can remember why
I even opened up to you in the
At least we have
that in common.
Our hinges just
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Posted: April 9, 2003 12:32 AM PDT; Last modified: May 23, 2003 1:31 PM PDT
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