Bridge Tolls
By violetfyre
This chair is comfortable, but in the wrong town. Ruined, useless lullabyes dangle from the ceiling In a mobile of pain and violet, reflecting blue. Rewind 24 hours, when life was pretty, although rainy, When I had not yet thought about driving over grassy medians, When I was still a turnpike virgin, When we both choked on anticipation of each other. You said you missed me. I think you only missed my mouth. And probably missed the point. But I've always been too subtle for my own good, Now I can't seem to hold my head up Upon its pillar-of-Jello neck. Remember you'll always be on my good side, Even if I've seen those glittered Philadelphia lights From the Walt Whitman for the last time. I'll never miss paying those tolls. If I could start yesterday over, I'd do it right this time. I'd prevent that emotional breakdown on City Ave. I would have been nicer to your friend. And I wouldn't have let you put your hands all over me. ** Written March 14th, 2002 © on Mar 14 2002 02:22 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"This chair is comfortable, but in the wrong town...."