bag lady

Jun 11, 2008

on those rainy days she sits, at her window sill and watches him
as he flies between the drops that fall from clouds
the same color as her walls

he turns and smiles and yells, i can't sleep
not since we've lain in separate beds
pour me some wine and drop me off
in front of any building that looks welcoming
cause i can't think, without your head pushing against me
and i'm sure to get lost in even the smallest city, without a sign
stapled to my chest that says, guide me
which is why around here they all point and stare
cause like a plastic bag dancing in the air
i'd be crushed under a bus, or filled with cans
without your hand