Thursday, August 16, 2007

Inde Woman

Arrogantly reeking, barely a breath
Drones about nothing, chock full of Meth
Yawning and clocking does nothing but hurt
Wish we were bombed so I can hit the dirt

One by one they parade on by
I swore to my friends I would give it a try
I listen intently pretending to care
There’s only so much I can relate to her hair

I need a lover you read in the books
Who’s not too concerned with her precious good looks
She reads and laughs and loves red wine
Tears at the movies and curses divine

An inde woman with no the lingering crutch
Maybe it’s me who’s expecting too much
Likes baseball and a cool mountain hike
Expresses herself without the word like

I’m really not sure if she exists
Or resides in my dreams and all that’s amiss
But deep in my mind she fulfills a great need
For if she doesn’t, it will be time to concede

But until that time I will open my eyes
Remain upbeat and avoid the lies
Without all the drama and incessant exam
Finally happy to be who I am