I plan it all out, what I will say and how and when
And I go to the party to wait for you
But when you don’t show up
I end up surrounded by hip, happy people,
The debate over Darfur echoes around me
Everyone Mills about and talks about what the music scene is about now
Really
And how the village is dying, for good this time, because of the yuppies
Again
And I star into the bonfire and die a little inside
I don’t even fit in with the poets
Monday, January 7, 2008
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christmas 07
The house is warm and I sit with my parents and unwrap presents and smile and laugh and eat chocolate chip cookies still warm from the oven but I
Don’t tell them about her
And she sits 200 miles away with her parents and unwraps an iPod and laughs and rubs her belly and doesn’t tell them about
The operation I have set up
And my friends are spread out across the country and
Danny leaves out his grades and Jessica leaves out her boyfriend and Alex leaves out the blow jobs and the cheating and Jason leaves out what he had done that dark, rainy, drunk night and why
His car has blood under the hood
Because, well
We all have secrets right?
It’s important to be happy on Christmas
And our parents?
They sit and laugh
And confuse children with angels
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