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Beat Siren
I need a friend
mixtape ready
Car keys and shifting up the gears
Open roads
Ash trays
Swinging fingers out the windows
Blowing smoke up the sunroof
Because your memory
Fades behind burglar bar windows in
East Dallas
Microwave pizzas
And living rooms without working lamps
My after death music plays
Too much thought on you,
your cigarettes
And regrets.
Baby honey don’t look at me that way
Moon shot
And older
I chipped your shoulder
And we both walk around
Rattling skeletons
Without each other
And I hurt
And when I cry
I get mists of heaven.
You might be dead
Cause you never
come around
anymore
Saint Morrissey
Bless us
My tourniquet heart
Won’t let go
Father Reed
Groan and bare me
I won’t let that bitch be
Mother Winehouse
Drink me under the table
No one fights like her
Saint Drake
Send pink moons
On eclipses
And I’ll treat her better
Than before
I need a friend
I need my Dean Moriarty
My Dean Martin
My dime store sister
Jimmie Dean Jimmie Dean
I need a friend
With a light
On a trinity stink night
On a shaved down street corner
Full of possibilities
And poems
I need a friend
To bitch and bail
Howl and wail
Roll a J in a pinch
Know a frost and a lynch
I need a red licorice string
Bow tie between us
Bread and butter
Utters
Under street lamp divisions
And some girl
That will look up
When it rains
And down when it shines
I need a friend
Who’ll hide in closets
Sing in the shower
And teach me
How to be a friend
Again.
copyright 2019
Opalina
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