When is your season for peaches?
When will your lioness come home?
When I heard Marrisa open that door and couldn’t
When I heard her voice in Taylors and everyone
When I heard Abe Lincoln say that it’s called
a break up because it’s broken.
When I heard the Wolf-man say that she let a
little doggie inside, but she wouldn’t
let him stay the night.
When I heard you say that you just can’t do this
anymore and you wrote it on a napkin
shaped like Santa Claus’ face.
Where have you been earthquake?
Where have all of your friends gone?
Walking and smoking and skinny then gone,
gone to that documentary where
all those girls went crazy
that spring break and you
almost didn’t make it
back and maybe I’ll
see you tonight oh
with your horse-
rider smile and
Oh, there you are little earthquake,
Why do you come here when you know it
Makes things hard for me?
Your cabs here Chino,
but it will never be the same.
Summer came back by she left so much.
Sorry little dog,
Didn’t you see my flag in your yard?
Didn’t you see the fire you caused
in the field
and that guy
stomped it out?
Didn’t you see that fire you caused
at the model
home? And I lost
my model home
I fell asleep on my dream catcher again
listening to the Rosetta stone of pop music,
and I found my shoes and put them on
and made eggs all Sunday morning.
Remember, it is easy to put the needle
through the eye of the camel.
Do you remember that?
Do you remember the blue horse which was
held by cables to
Do you remember all those bowls of beer?
Do you even remember little dog?
I still dream of you.
I still dream of you in my pool house and
waking up after that
first party, and
Marrisa was there drunk
and rambly walked out
And she never said a word.
And she never said a word, but Taylor is still talking.
The peaches are definitely ripe.
They drew first blood little dog.
And after Marrisa died I fought
but you knocked that hole in my wall.
That hole never left.
You’re soo cute when you’re slurring your speech,
but you’re still dead.
You’re still always dead but right there in my dreams.
Even if I didn’t go to your funeral or visit your grave,
I still care.