When your ears fell behind my tongue I felt modern
With white walls that would ash more in winter
I overcame my addiction to pain
Or at least for a moment
I pine for your tinny hands that would sweat with a nerve I wish I could still believe in
Closed off as much as your eyes were when I first felt you in summer
On the grass while the ground dampened as the night lingered into dawn
Where have you gone with your lavender hair
Ignoring my neck of cheap cologne
Like birthmarks you scarred my skin anyway
We moved musically through the city until even our conversation became pattern based
Your legs collapsed on the sticky bus bench
Waiting for more time
You gave me a universe of constants that ignored my variable
A mathematical conundrum
A puzzle that was already in place
1,000 pieces
And now it hangs on my white walls
The only color I see these days
I don’t want to feel modern anymore
Joshua Tool – 01/24/2012
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