if it’s ten twenty nine in LA
it must one twenty nine in New York
how can you say you like the Sugar Cubes
and then say that you’ve never heard of Bjork
half a country or half a world
everything and everyone so far away
imagine if you could get here by tomorrow
and still be right here right now today
if it’s eighty eight degrees in LA
it could be anything in New York
shaking the front of your bum while dancing
will be affectionately called a twork
we can name anything we want what we want
we have and will continue to do so
it’s a blend of déjà vu and fait accompli
dissembled it resembles an amateur poo throw
if it’s eyes wide shut in LA
it’s look at what i cannot see in New York
and i should happen to sew my lips shut tight
perhaps i’d mumble and not be able to talk
i can encase one hundred words or more
in some lipstick a laugh and some lies
i can wrap and stack, squeeze and pack
because everything comes down to size
About the Creator
Bren
“I know what I mean it to be and respect that someone else may read something entirely different.” Me
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