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Friday, November 18, 2005

David and the San Francisco Giant

I'd marry if I loved you,
But those days are far away,
Instead I'll write my poetry,
And waste my time away,
Faceless Gods and philosiphers,
The things that make you cry,
I'll watch the match with one more beer,
And force you to decide,
If it's worth the things you've given up,
To find that one true love,
Whose ragged shirt and eloquence,
Just aren't enough.

I'd marry if I loved you,
But we've never really met,
Our outsides move in unison,
The moment we forget,
The reasons that we're coming here,
The foolproof alibis,
The trial is on lonliness,
Conviction is quite nigh,
And I can't afford another charge,
My record is quite long,
So I'll just play the role,
And write the songs.

I'd marry if I loved you,
So hurry, don't delay,
I know you're out there painting,
Or creating me with clay,
You're desperate for the inspiration,
I'm looking for a spark,
Ignite my fire and all the night,
We'll warm here in the dark,
We'll grow old in ways together,
The wrinkles tell the ways,
We dove for glory just like,
Willy Mays.

2 Comments:

At 2:29 AM, November 22, 2005, Blogger simon said...

Like willy mays? It's not a simile that means much to me, but i guess i'll take it. You got a little repeditive with the word 'Quite' late in the second section.

And remember, a critic is someone who can't write. Or in this case, is on a temparary poetic leave.

 
At 10:21 AM, November 22, 2005, Blogger David Fleming said...

Well, I had trouble ending it, and I started thinking about how love conquers...just like David did Goliath...but our real life goliath is San Francisco Giant great Willy Mays...

JUST 'CAUSE YOU'RE NOT CLEVER, I SHOULDN'T HAVE TO CRY ALL NIGHT ABOUT IT

 

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