Placebo
Coffee for headache, grapefruit for heartache, blue for the weather and red for forgiveness; hopelessness–may I suggest a bubblegum flavor? […]
Coffee for headache, grapefruit for heartache, blue for the weather and red for forgiveness; hopelessness–may I suggest a bubblegum flavor? […]
When he drives the grain truck in, what the hell, parachutists in the trees! Cannot believe this shit he says,
In my dream it was morning or evening, the sky lightly stained with Easter dyes, the fields and mountains glowing
With a leg-cross onto his skateboard, he cropped himself from the mirage. No longer afraid to be discovered
Above it all or just apart, you watched from the edges, a half-smile quirking your lips, not a smirk exactly,
For the barbacks and the line cooks, this one’s for you, for the jostle and bustle of busboys hustling tips,