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Tonight's Tavern, Tomorrow's Tab


Hand me another one, twist that top off
No, imports are not important to me
Give me American bred courage
No pop-top truth serum
Twist my arm to twist the cap
Off this bubbling bevy of charm
Come drink in my bottled mind, for you tonight, on tap

You, the peacekeeping pot stirrer
Who walks the middle line marginally
Always facing East and West
Simultaneously speaking from your North and South
And with every curtain of the sun's set
You stretch your arms so long
Pat yourself on the back as you bet they will never figure you fully out
Before the next day's dawn
Your incessant spinning on my nerves do wear
Piss and vinegar N-E-S-W
I want you grinning as you just sit there
Listen with vigor, STFU!

And You, self proclaimed liberated woman
Lying too often on your back
You think freedom is found in the sack
Feeling empowered when you're on top of a man
Claim you've been around every block in town
You say you rise above the sleaze
But the calluses on your knees
Tell me you still bow down
To drink in the idea of free love
Free spirit free body free mind
Take pride to put a value on those listed above
Or you are only a slave to your time
You embrace equality of sins
With legs wide open
Instead, retrace the depth of a soul found within
With arms wide open

You Buddy, Vice-labeled with double "g" – "ie"
Searching gentle ears for your long story…so sad
Is it really an excuse, that hard luck you've had
Blaming moms and pops and society
As the reasons you can't get it together
Crying on caring shoulders when the world gets colder
Accepting no accountability
For that face so weathered
Preaching indignant rhetoric from your soapbox thereof
Passing out pamphlets of your saving god
While you ram it home to your fellow man
With non-lubriacted metal rod
I'm taking a stand
Spare me your misguided melodies
Redirect, use that mirror to reflect
Accept yourself directly unaltered
Tell me then if you still continue to falter

You could flick me now away
Like the singed filter of a cigarette
You know, that last one you smoked
And dying with regret
If you quit me now
There will be so much left unsaid
But the power of the unspoken
Swims in your head

I am a ball of yarn wound tightly
Or a loose hanging thread of your secret sweater
Pull on me but a little and if you mean enough I'll oblige thee of inkling curiosity
Invade your grey space, I think loudly in your lobe
Leaving marks on your floor from my soul scuff
For you to clean or keep or buff
Contemplative non-verbal utterances escaping
As you read every letter wrote to this note of
An onlooker, rose-colored glasses removed
Tunnel vision groove taking the backseat momentarily
Being driven by uncensored urge
For your latter regurgitation
As formation alike of pursed lips and mouths gaping
On the neighboring side of my reality's fence
From quixotic quandaries of a mind I erode
I rode in with diligence
To exude gritty familiarity

Hand me another one twist that top off
Unless of course you've had enough
You can put those rounds on me
I'll call you a cab and send you on your way
I say
Sleep it off if it was too rough
Sleep on it if it wasn't enough
Wake when you can see
The coming of the new day
I'll cut you some slack
Tomorrow, you can pay me back


~~~<(@)>~~~
Misty Rose

February 26, 2007

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