accidental physics
You fell against me and my shirt still smells like Strawberry FieldsTM
I wish every accident left room to barter and steal
You said "I'm sorry" and you meant it and that's part of the problem.
A sea of ponytails and pre-worn caps in earthier hues
Makes symbolic work of circling and swallowing you
Who am I to smudge the palette of conventional wisdom?
I don't navigate too well in crowds
And I know crossing feudal lines is not allowed
Still, it's cotton/polyester blend
Holding all your chiming, singing skin within
How you radiate! You're one mysterious force
Would you hear me if I whispered myself hoarse?
Other eyes may long for nectared looks
Other hands might even want to sink their hooks
Can I live with only ambience?
It's a more sophisticated science
He who hesitates may find his promise lost
But I'd rather let me blood be tempest-tost.
Walk on, girl – you’ve got more force-resistance theorems to prove
I'll just shuffle with your honey on the sole of my shoes.
(Whoa, etc.)
© 2002 John Brocato
I wish every accident left room to barter and steal
You said "I'm sorry" and you meant it and that's part of the problem.
A sea of ponytails and pre-worn caps in earthier hues
Makes symbolic work of circling and swallowing you
Who am I to smudge the palette of conventional wisdom?
I don't navigate too well in crowds
And I know crossing feudal lines is not allowed
Still, it's cotton/polyester blend
Holding all your chiming, singing skin within
How you radiate! You're one mysterious force
Would you hear me if I whispered myself hoarse?
Other eyes may long for nectared looks
Other hands might even want to sink their hooks
Can I live with only ambience?
It's a more sophisticated science
He who hesitates may find his promise lost
But I'd rather let me blood be tempest-tost.
Walk on, girl – you’ve got more force-resistance theorems to prove
I'll just shuffle with your honey on the sole of my shoes.
(Whoa, etc.)
© 2002 John Brocato