If living in a house with two women
and a gardenia pot has not taken you
to the brinks of the sea; ready to jump;
then I don't think I will even if I try,
hard, if I wear your cream moccasins through
the New York snow (and they end up in tatters,
because that's all that matters.)
And whoever told you you're some kind of
Jean Pierre Jeunet with the way you see the
world was only looking for a way to escape
the mass extinction
that is coming with this generation, frankly we're
all just idiots who flutter between what is real and
what to feel; but you and I..we've had a good run,
and as long as we're alive we can pretend that
it's 1965.
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