eagleyez
going up
- Joined
- Jan 11, 2003
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Dixie Surprise-
the smog is no coincidence-
oil leaks wreak in speckled dirt driveways
littered with short butts like stars under a catch it if you can
quiet moment-illumination of white into light blue...parked it straight this time. good boy-paying atention. What a moon.
but hell, you see the Uncles rusted Dodge Caravan and Kiddy scooters slung down in the peas and the beans-
quiet moment and grand plans deeperly huddled in instant surrender, "aww fuck" i whisper as nervous grandpa comes out and say's "I smell somethin." I look down and let the music play as the tailights rattle but he comes to the window and looks like a cop, and I smell bbq chicken, smoke and shoes visible down under the pressured treated lines.
and auntie comes out and proclaims "Gene split his pants pickin up the baabee." Then in that same Georgia flutter, she says, "got a light?" and makes me promise I wont tell Uncle shes puffin a cig.
My accelerator pedal leg is numb.
Raced home to you.
Bet now, I bet I end up blowing up ballons.
Searching for that sparkle forever.
the smog is no coincidence-
oil leaks wreak in speckled dirt driveways
littered with short butts like stars under a catch it if you can
quiet moment-illumination of white into light blue...parked it straight this time. good boy-paying atention. What a moon.
but hell, you see the Uncles rusted Dodge Caravan and Kiddy scooters slung down in the peas and the beans-
quiet moment and grand plans deeperly huddled in instant surrender, "aww fuck" i whisper as nervous grandpa comes out and say's "I smell somethin." I look down and let the music play as the tailights rattle but he comes to the window and looks like a cop, and I smell bbq chicken, smoke and shoes visible down under the pressured treated lines.
and auntie comes out and proclaims "Gene split his pants pickin up the baabee." Then in that same Georgia flutter, she says, "got a light?" and makes me promise I wont tell Uncle shes puffin a cig.
My accelerator pedal leg is numb.
Raced home to you.
Bet now, I bet I end up blowing up ballons.
Searching for that sparkle forever.