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1:29 a.m. - 2002-10 -22
nostalgia
I found the setlist at work on a Friday morning; The stage was strewn with bits of confetti, a Southpaw beer bottle cap, and a few errant riccola Wrappers. My dad swore by those, you know. So I was already in a bad mood. The carpet was reasonably clean, though, and it Didn�t take as long to set up as I had thought. And I haven�t spoken to my father in seven years; all in all The morning turned out to be pretty inconsequential. The second set began with a song called Long Beach Fantasy I remember snippets from e-mails a year And a half ago -I am writing this song called Long Beach Fantasy I think you�ll like it- And I remember the way the ground Felt migrant underneath my knees Kneading bottle caps and shredded paper -Like confetti- Behind the shed at the crab shack. He must have loved it, you know. A makeshift stage; an ultimate worship The train roars by, and I laugh, standing My hair flyaway in the aftermath. He thought I was -so free- Earlier, I was praying for just that. It�s all a matter of perspective, I guess. Too small of a town for all these Retired myths and legends. Let�s be base: I sucked his cock, and he came And I liked the way his stomach trembled beneath my hand, Uncontrollably, With the effort of expulsion. That�s it. Save your tawdry train tracks Moon slivers and salt water breezes for Your little girls and their bedtime stories. Sing them a lullaby� I guess he did. It feels like that. You know, I�m reading The Awakening again, and I wouldn�t Have thought about it at all, Save for my bookmark Which is a setlist. That I keep still, three months later To remind me of what is truly inconsequential: The cough drop in my back pocket.
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