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I still like it when we dance
by Fred R Kane

Sunday, January 24, 2010
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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Love the way you grin at me-  wanna keep that smile forever,

but you insist on wasting away, and I’m stuck to the wall of never.

Lost my train of thought   when the spike went through the tracks,

but I always like to journey out    like I ain’t coming back.


You gotten like a bad jam; you’re stinking up the joint.

Don’t think that you could ever play, but that’s beside the point.

What I think I’m saying-    what I say is, thought

I sold my soul to the lowest bidder, and he hates what he bought.


There’s me    and you

don’t know what to do

because I still like it when we dance

but you refuse to move


Maybe I misheard you say:   “Pass the black eye, please,”   

so I put one on you, and you dropped to your knees.

One thing leads another, until nothings what I got:

except a low-fi needle and you, here, left to rot.


Three days is forever-   locked away with you

in a hundred buck apartment   as we both come unglued:

you, melting in that crazy way like everyone who’s died-       

me, trying to write a cryptic note that hints to suicide.


There’s me    and you

don’t know what to do

because I still like it when we dance

but you, 

you refuse to move






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