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New Bicycle MAG
We sat in the rocking chairs
on the shady porch
you came racing up on your ruby red bicycle
a withered flower intertwined in your hand
you seemed pleased with yourself,
I can envision you though everything is blurry
and your lips are as red as blood
you cannot help but yawn, a deep exhausted yawn,
you sit with us 'til the dusk hits
chattering away
and just like a child,
your eyes, they grow bigger and bigger
with every passing fib and tale
I've got treasure in my pocket
a ten-cent diamond ring for you,
I'll take these flowers and I'll take you,
Let's be together and dance on a carpet of chocolate creme,
I can almost see you now
your pasty white skin
repeating my name over and over,
it floats in the air like a wisp of a willow,
happy birthday to you
I didn't know, didn't realize ...
but how could I?
I'm face to face with you,
you could reach out,
feel my skin,
I'd shiver and bite my lip hard
have this scarf,
it's so pretty, like me, like you,
I chained together the colors of the rainbow on a string
just so you could know,
I love ... I like you a lot
on Saturday, maybe we could, I don't know,
go see a movie or have a picnic by the golden riverside,
oh, just tell me if you need me
you're a daisy and I'm a purple aster (just a weed)
we never, ever laugh or smile
so what ....
You've taken this too seriously, you've taken this too far,
are we for real,
maybe someday we'll hug, probably not each other,
but an old stuffed animal,
or maybe I'll hang, upside down for a while at the park
before it gets too dark ... mother's waiting
I'll never forget your face, especially those lips
they were as red as blood in your heart,
they were pursed and twisted,
never uttering a word of the truth.
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