09-01-08

Its weird,
Leaving a twelve year old's wet dream in your altar
Refusing to pray
The day younger than a husband's first double take
and cabs in vancouver being what they are

Its weird
Sucking pollen from another's Piccadilly
Playing find the first scar
Knowing models in an east side bedroom are a rock star's fairy tale

Its weird
like Prince in anything not tight and purple and leather
like a hip hop show without the baseball caps
like a hardened homeless person without a good story

Its weird
Inside the pong game of my emotional instability
Its weird
Behind the thumb print on my chest that reminds me I'm fragile like a worker bee
Its weird
Underneath the fortune's fool tarot card

Its weird
Hoping for a stranger that brings you back to the point when you remember why you loved her