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[bodytext] => Green lantern ring Somebody called somebody on the Green Lantern ring And I was jerked out of sleep Back into years ago When everything I did Meant something symbolic And life was like reading Jack Kerouac Back when, we were still girls And we were frigid, like ice floats In the Thanksgiving Parade I’m getting mixed signals Blurred images thru my midnight head Strung out on Coca-Cola Diving in and out of the pool with so many pretty people Acting the clown Going to sleep alone while they burnt out their desires I have to hit re-run I remember Dungeons and Dragons I remember not having a cool haircut I remember the code of the comic book stores Where I used to steal “Punisher” Up at nights with you reading “War Journal” Back when everybody loved you and found you charming Now it’s such a different world So many people abuse you For dreams that turned to ash So many lies and just as many liars But I always stood up for you I always stood up for you Till they took my knees away And they made me pay and pay And now you are still in the old place With long brown hair and a tiny little attention span Measuring out your life with the magical cards Tell me, what happens when you dial up Death Or run out of refuges to run away to What happened to you? Is there anything I can do? I think I’m missing something important Give me a clue give me a clue I remember the way you have to think so much And you’ve even got morals Me, I’m just empty as an advert I remember the way you were always two months behind Hollywood I kinda found that charming too Back when, we were still girls And we were frigid, like ice floats In the Thanksgiving Parade Now I go to films alone Impeccably dressed And I go to see Morrissey with my sister I like eyes that are like lasers I like girls who have just turned 22 I like the way you look in photographs And the navel we used to gaze upon Has become a stomach with a jeweled little belly button Which many mouths have caressed And many lips have had their way with me And many the hips of the statuesque blonde Have ridden their way home on me Oh, but I can’t listen to songs from that phase of our lives Without falling in love again I swear I wouldn’t lie to make you feel better But my heart still has the love underneath the scars And I’d have two hours for you I’d have two hours for you We could spend it just kissing Kissing and missing I could wear my beige suit and my dark sunglasses And you could cut your hair in a bob And dye everything all strawberry And we could make out to pop culture I think I’ve written a love song To love in my own way To love all my life Until I curl up and die Well the earth must have gone to Hell It’s all frozen over And just you and me are the survivors Dancing to un-danceable songs Settling in for the James Dean marathon You like a message You like a good film Everything is make-up Everything is fake Everything is beautiful I couldn’t do better than that But I’m happy to try I’m only afraid of half the things that used to scare me And that almost makes me brave. (David Finn, 2003) [comments] => 2 [counter] => 181 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Redlantern2051 [notes] => (Approved by Mod_1) [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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