coughing up words
reckless as
drunk cadillacs
i run down the girl
of my dreams and
reduce her love
to ink-blots
she loses her footing
on my freudian slips
dangerous as banana peels
and cracks her head open
instead of blood and brains
it's nothing but pinballs and pink air
she says i'm easy on the eyes
and rotten to the core
left alone with her thoughts
i wash her brain
only to end up dirtying her
mind with my words, bad habits
and body language
my smart remarks
are over her head
while her loaded questions
always miss the mark
you see
my car is hemorrhaging oil
and my brain
my brain is
coughing up words
reckless as
drunk cadillacs . . .
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