It’s a sure thing alright
The doctor with his stethoscope
The metal tools that come and go
Because they are dirty
With your gunky weird
And must be sterilized and purified
And ready to be reutilized
And back for better use
Or maybe just the same
Use as before
In a freshly opened door.

But doctor, doctor
come and take the woe away
Of these 4 walled days
And dim lit stays
And give me someone to laugh with
Someone to align with
Who will never want anything more
Then for us to lay head to head on the floor
With our record collection in fearless reach
And soft carpet for our well thought
Nostalgic feats
In remembering the name of that guy
Who wrote that song
That together we can hum along
Yet we’ll never remember the title of.
But damn, that man sure could sing.

Someone who likes me
for being crazy ole me
which really is, a crazy me. It’s wordless insanity.
Someone who won’t come with
restrictions and warnings
Ill forget to heed.
Because I wont remember not to like you,
I’ll want you anyways. Regardless of the hazards.
Regardless of the timing.
Regardless of the lack of lining
This heart does need.
It has no buffer and thumps so hard
I can hear it in my forearm
Just pump, pumping away.

Someone who appreciates the time
I’ll always need
Alone in my head.
Who wont interrupt the silence
of my eyes staring dead
Into space. Into my intergalactic war
With the starship transformer of words
As they interlock in this darkened place
And form statements, I’ve always wanted to convey
And am now babbling outloud
In my head and through my fingers.

Someone who wont interrupt
Our melodic and harmonic play
with notes about how their heart does stray
Away
From the tender I press into them
From my softened lips
Onto their dewy skin.
Someone who wont ignore me,
Because I don’t think I can
Hear any of this woe anymore.
I’m not really that into dissonance
And I’m an open minded gal,
But I want us to sound pretty together.
Not choke each others
floating swoons
With bitter crap of our past
Making it’s way into our new composition.
Making it’s way in,
To destroy and end the score
Of our lovely duet for two.
Our lovely, honeymooning tunes.