Poetry For Everyday People
Where It All Hangs Out
I don't know,
how else to say it?
why people pass each other,
wishing, they can talk?
why appearance,
leaves us so removed?
how we've made it
so impossible,
to tell each other
the simplest of things?
laughing at a joke, or
complementing pretty eyes,
is now, possibly a motive, a game,
a line,
bar lines? they go from poetic
to pathetic, just like a wink,
please don't be confused by that,
it's a matter of life and death,
now bar veterans, they,
say these romantic things:
I have no place to go tonight,
you are the first person I have talked to
who's listened in years, I'm actually living
out of my car, take this book
and let me know what you think? but please,
give it back, it's a friend,
bringing the night in at a bar
is one thing, walking out into
the sun from a bar: is passion,
not that people don't lie
in bars,
but the truth
does come out.
how else to say it?
why people pass each other,
wishing, they can talk?
why appearance,
leaves us so removed?
how we've made it
so impossible,
to tell each other
the simplest of things?
laughing at a joke, or
complementing pretty eyes,
is now, possibly a motive, a game,
a line,
bar lines? they go from poetic
to pathetic, just like a wink,
please don't be confused by that,
it's a matter of life and death,
now bar veterans, they,
say these romantic things:
I have no place to go tonight,
you are the first person I have talked to
who's listened in years, I'm actually living
out of my car, take this book
and let me know what you think? but please,
give it back, it's a friend,
bringing the night in at a bar
is one thing, walking out into
the sun from a bar: is passion,
not that people don't lie
in bars,
but the truth
does come out.
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Where It All Hangs Out
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