I'm the only bimbo you don't know?
Or, I'm the only one you know- not a bimbo...
you said it wrong.
and you look like you're going to cry.
You were likened to a wet puppy-dog without the hat.
And my heart has been broken,
before.
Or I guess that's what they call it.
That thumping organ has been ripped out and sacrificed and nearly gone bad but still remains somehow like and extremity attached by a whithering umbillical cord uncut, not entirely tained.
This is not an untreatable blood disease.
And the bird was dead when I came home, face down in the snow,
still there now, frozen.
And I'm and on my way out. Saint Paul today for breakfast and coffee and bloody marys. And we are all always on our way out, headed accross some river, to some other unknown or previously visited place where you may or may not be able to smoke indoors.
Posted by jackie colburn at December 18, 2005 09:11 AM