Stare Me Out, San Francisco

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Open Poetry #49

Stare Me Out, San Francisco

soul drifter
Senior Member

since 2004-09-08

Posts 711
Colorado

0 posted 2014-11-17 05:01 PM

Stare Me Out, San Francisco

Stare me out San Francisco
nestled in a little numbed wonder
when Sly Stone said go
dip a finger in, torn asunder
oh I know I'm drunk on the promises in this town
river river come and go, a promissory note 'cause I'm going down
stare me out San Francisco
see what crooked dreams Lombard Street can unveil
I feel like I'm climbing up a dark wishing well
with a ticket for the show

Blanket me tonight San Diego
scatter the windshield rain diamonds
when Tom Waits said no
ain't no Jesus gonna be the one
oh to save a little sunlight for my heart shorebreak
water water swishing 'round a cocktail glass, a smile I try to fake
blanket me tonight San Diego
look at the stars shaken loose from my Chevy radio
I feel like I'm stumbling 'round a summer patio
with a broken inner glow

The shape of a California girl
personalized plates spell out the desperation air
defined by her elegant ballerina twirl
this razor-sharp romantic madness is more than I can bear
but it's everything I need
and everything I bleed
is deep-seeded in them ol' impossible days
we used to be together
we used to be sunny weather
slipping down the Pacific Coast Highway
time measured in record store front windows, Lily hey
stare me out of my hole
just like San Francisco, oh

Stare me out San Francisco
nestled in a little numbed wander
where Sly Stone said to go
dip a finger in, torn asunder
oh I know I'm drunk on the promises of this town
river river, river river
water come and go 'cause I'm going down
stare me out San Francisco
see what profound dreams Madeleine and Judy have left me
oh I feel like this Vertigo is where I go when I'm too sick to see
that these wishes in me always turn out to be
just another ticket to the show

"Memory's like a train
you can see it getting smaller as it pulls away" -Tom Waits

BluesSerenade
Member Patricius

since 2001-10-23

Posts 10549
By the Seaside

1 posted 2014-11-17 11:02 PM

I know all these places you write of...you're hitting home, and like you,
I'm sitting here watching the show, completely intoxicated by your poem.

Smooth moves dude.

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