riff#5

(pulling off heartache like a pair of socks)

riff#5

Hey miss
can we talk for a while?
Hey miss
can you outlast
the only thing I ever gave you?

I am done and over the hill
we can talk about the rest
of the world after noon.
we can talk about the only thing I ever tasted
that was bitter.

pleasure trips inside
the only feeling we had was jealousy,
the only first draft ever written was meant
to make you cry, tears of presumptuous agony