I will always be your lover
Even after our atoms are dispersed
We’ll be pushing up daisies
And my crush will just be gettin’ worse
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“Slide” by Ani DiFranco…an excerpt
cuz when i look at you i squint
you are that beautiful
and my pussy is a tractor
and this is a tractor pull
i’m haunted by my illicit, explicit dreams
and i can’t really wake up
so i just drift in between
thinking the glass is half empty
and thinking it’s not quite full
The True Story of What Was
By Ani DiFranco
the light blue flickering rhythm
of the neighbor’s big console t.v.
is basking on the ceiling
of another insomniac spree
and outside sleep’s open window
between the drops of rain
history is writing a recipe book
for every earthly pain
oh to clean up the clutter of echoes
coming in and out of focus
words spoken
like locusts
sing and sing
in my head
and thing is
they often seem
in my memory’s long dream
to be superfluous to
the true story of what was
cuz
real is real regardless
of what you try to say
or say away
real is real relentless
while words distract and dismay
words that change their tune
though the story remains the same
words that fill me quickly
and then are slow to drain
dialogues that dither down reminiscent
of the way it likes to rain
every screen
a smoke screen
oh to dream
just for a moment
the picture
outside the frame
then in a flash
the light blue horizon
spanning a sudden black
is sucked into the vanishing point
and quiet rushes back
to search for the downbeat
in a tabla symphony
to search in the darkness
for someone who looks like me
(though i’m not really who i said i was
or who i thought i’d be)
just a collection of recollections
conversations consisting
of the kind of marks we make
when we’re trying to get a pen to work again
a lifetime of them!
cough…cough…ahem…
i say to me
now here listening
i say to the locusts
that sing and sing to me sitting
now here on the front porch swing of my eyes:
i hereby amend
whatever i’ve ever said
with this sigh
I always feel a little guilty when I remove an Ani DiFranco album from my ipod. Even if it is to make room for another Ani DiFranco album.
Grey
(c) 2007 by Ani DiFranco
the sky is grey
the sand is grey
and the ocean is grey
and i feel right at home
in this stunning monochrome
alone in my way
i smoke and i drink
and every time i blink
i have a tiny dream
but as bad as i am
i’m proud of the fact
that i’m worse than i seem
what kind of paradise am i looking for?
i’ve got everything i want and still i want more
maybe some tiny shiny key will wash up on the shore
you walk through my walls
like a ghost on tv
you penetrate me
and my little pink heart
is on its little brown raft
floating out to sea
and what can i say
but i’m wired this way
and you’re wired to me
and what can i do
but wallow in you
unintentionally
what kind of paradise am i looking for?
i’ve got everything i want and still i want more
maybe some tiny shiny key will wash up on the shore
regretfully
i guess i’ve only got three
simple things to say:
why me?
why this now?
why this way?
with overtones ringing
and undertows pulling away
under a sky that is grey
on sand that is grey
by an ocean that’s grey
what kind of paradise am i looking for?
i’ve got everything i want and still i want more
maybe some tiny shiny key will wash up on the shore
