Snap Snap Snap...

Reconstruction of my heart
take a last drag stamp it out
dream of you over me on in me through me.
Quiver in my body reaches for you
in the middle of waking finds
nothing cold sheet next to me
unslept pillow lies
lonely next to mine.

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I was wond'ring if you'd call me tonight
to make some noise in the room there.
I was wond'ring if you'd call me tonight
to ask me out on a limb shaking underfoot.
I was wond'ring if you'd call me tonight
to share some smoke between us two
laughing at your face.
I was wond'ring if you'd call me tonight
waiting by the phone candles lit
waiting wond'ring if you'd call me tonight.

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Ode to the Contents of a Pocket:

Some change from a few packs of smokes,
a guitar pick, a golf tee-cellophane from
aforementioned packs of smokes.
A button lost with the intention
of being found- sits on the dresser,
on the nightstand, on the coffee table-
to be put back in the pocket added to
it an ATM receipt or maybe an MAC
where you come from an L card
maxed out a lighter-who'd I steal that from?
Bottle caps-yep I really drank 12.
A label torn perfectly from her Heineken-
I'll collect on that later. Back to the dresser
back to the nightstand back to the coffee table
and whoops into the laundry.
Some camel cash or parliament proof-of purchase-
I'll cash em in pretty soon.
A pen it's amazing what
fits in there. A to-do list with the best of
intentions-don't throw that out there's a
number I need.
A thing of lipstick-
Oh yeah, I said I'd hold it for her last night.
A condom cuz hey, you never know where
you might end up. A Canadian dime-
damn vending machines don't take those.
Back to the dresser return to the nightstand
leave it on the coffee table-
the life I carry in my pocket

I'm out... good nights everyone!