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Sam & Me (Return To New Jersey)
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Sam & Me (Return To New Jersey) |
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soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
Sam & Me (Return To New Jersey) Sam and me we used to be together we used to get high on the hood of her mom's car listenin' to Pretenders records all day she liked 'Stop Your Sobbing' and I liked 'Show Me' 'cause it reminded me of her and all the worlds she revealed to me these worlds that wouldn't mean as much as soon as I would return to New Jersey I know it now I knew it then and so I kissed her every chance I got played her like a piano Chopin and Elton John lullabyes as our smoke and laughter curled through the air I called her Ruby Tuesday she called me Strawberry Fields it was our secret code, a decoder ring for our love we'd stare at the ground, at our shoes, and then fleeting glances at eachother's eyes find whatever meaning we could find inside our tired blue eyes and attach tired old intellectual cliches to our stupid lives we'd have deep conversations in the pool, or up on the roof words and feelings exchanged comparing scars and awful parents sip black raspberry tea and watch the clouds take shape I see a ballerina pirouetting, what do you see? Do you see me and you down the road, discovering there's so much more to this wishful thinking than we've ever guessed before? Right now I see returning to New Jersey is hard as hell Sam and me, we should go together we should stay this way for a while for however long we can fake it take it, this quirky relationship this means something to me c'mon Ruby Tuesday, let's follow the sun as it dips down past Chesapeake Bay the streets empty and wide open for us and I'll kiss you every chance I get play you like a guitar flamenco sunrays and Jimi Hendrix effigies engulfing the gulf stream as it runs through my veins straight to my heart like a cannonball till poetry is exploding in my mind and it's all for you Sam, you're all I need say the same to me won't you consider it as we dip into another round of drinks screwdrivers and psychotic strangers in the hotel lobby or outside the university study hall Thomas Pynchon and a new suit of clothes as I come to meet her under the rainstorm on 53rd street I rehearse my goodbyes memorize the sweetness in her eyes a book of my poetry wrapped in rice paper a kiss on her soft pale cheek this is the end of this no, it's the to-be-continued line the taxi is coming down and I'm counting time ticking seconds left with her keep those Pretenders records I'll be back for them and you we'll get high again when I return so be there on the Atlantic City shore I promise I won't be late I promise you Sam and me we used to be forever... "Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, and tell them; and the truth of truths is love." --Philip James Bailey |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
This is beautiful all the way through, but that last line says it all. used to be forever. Where have all the forevers gone? Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice...James |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
hmmm.. perfection. You tell the story of you and Sam in a way that leaves me longing for a story of my own.  "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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