other lovers

I was the blonde, hoping for a
hard revolution
just watching the band
on friday night

most things wont come to those
who wait
in the town of forsaken angels
7/11 is the only thing
we can rely on

they shared a cab tonight
the driver blasted adele
and they frisked each other in the backseat
while remembering old
lover's
names

(please don't run away
little bear
this mornings water brushed seascape skies
are miles away
la vida sin ti )

everyone's
looking for something
stained lips, fat tips
wine & peanut butter cups
trace
flower imprinted thighs like
tired lace

suddenly you're moving in
the questions of how to shelve
our pasts
a bass plugs, plughs, plughns from a neighbors
studio, he and his girlfriend
sharing separate beds

here,
it gets so that
song lines, or random book recommendations
from strangers
are the closest things you get
to love