lucy in the sky

 
of course
it's the ex tonight
lucy she flies international with her
husband luggage dreams whatnot

in her last phone call
she told me we might not get to see
each other, again. in a long, long time
she did not mean it, i know
but was she good at hiding
holy hell.

that woman's got love
she chose wrong is all

as a kid she loved baby mice
would play a flute and watch
them come out sway play
entranced innocent

and then she got herself
stuck in a mousetrap
thought it was love
yeah me too

lost a lot of blood
it was three months
or so, cant recall

never returned her calls
did not have a whole lot
of money or any damn clue
just knew i aint the dream
we, aint the thing

love, ah that
we had that plenty
go to the old apartment
smell neath the seven coats of
weatherproof distemper
the nauseating sicksweet stench of
sobs smiles semen smegma salt
will hit you hard fast
and you will feel good
it got over

she never could be a mom
no hard feelings she says
naivete dreams impulses madness
blame the reckless abandon
the power of chance
misdirected robust
force of youth
whatever, girl

her husband is a gentleman
cant tell for sure though
but she looked happy
the other day
at the cafe

radiant ravishing real
the pigtailed pied piper
called her plenty
over the years
sitting on
the crapper
clutching
the damn phone

not one word
click

she knows that i know
that she knows
of course

so long, love

ah, fuck it
.