The westside

Take the initiative, that’s what I like. Ask me out, on your crisp black dirt bike. Painted nails, nice sparkly pink with jewels. Phone case is sheer and my expression is mean.

Don’t back down, or ride away. Move with me. In sync, like lavender, like blueberry pies. Take a chance with me, for me, for you, for this. We’re so good at taking photographs, but we never take them of us, which is a shame.

Sitting by yourself, I ask why you’re not making any noise. Getting drinks with the boys. Cruising down Malibu with the mountains by your side. You say that’s in the past– past you now.

To my motel honey

You, backseat. Me, ignition, laughter, illuminated eyes. How to become a songwriter, on becoming a songwriter, how songwriters deal with it. More laughter, in the background. Teardrops in your eyes, rainstorms on my thighs.

“My lust for life
Lust for life
Keeps me alive”

Turn up the noise, I like it like that, bewilderment. Like a shiny set of lip gloss, brand new toys we celebrate them good. Just want to stay under the covers all day. Thinking of you, thinking of you.

Chérie,

I miss how you’d say give me a kiss
Do it like this
Chrysanthemums for the little miss

My hazel eyes and yours green
I liked the beginning when I was mean
Like a flirty, erratic, nonchalant teen

Let’s act like schoolchildren
Whispering into each other’s ears
Not minding the casual tears

Till they disappear.

Nous avons échangé des mots de surprise plaisante.

An element of surprise- a surefire statement. Daggers. Returning to a state of normalcy that was not foreseen. Things that are adequate in their state of being, not necessarily fulfilling a great purpose but doing enough. What are the goals? Tendencies to ruminate, disappearing. A new beginning.

A sparrow takes flight. We stay up until midnight. Counting the stars.