Eclectic Lesson

We Shared a Womb

January 31, 2012
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Far away from home I came to think about my friend
Hardly enough time to say good-bye until the end
I took a plane, he took the subway
With more friends along the way

I know it sounds corny, but my buddy is the best
The man likes film and music, I just know you´ll be impressed
He´s the most handsome man you´ve seen
Coincidently, he looks like me 

Thinking back, we have always been partners in crime
When we were younger, we were grounded all the time
We stole cash from our mother´s purse
Our plans were always truly perverse

Growing up, we learned to smoke and curse and drink
We were so badasses, or so we used to think
Snuck back home, so late at night
Completely wasted on two Bud Lights

He traveled across Europe, with my friends last December
And saw so many places, some of which I can´t remember
We spoke over the phone on Skype
The entire family was overhyped

Left to our own devices, we will always find a way
To deal with poverty, boredom or anything you say
But until we meet again
I´ll just keep my hopes contained 


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Nighttime in a Hostel

January 30, 2012
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A night at home is thick and long

My woes are black

And ache prolonged

 

I have these thoughts on hold

Whispering at night

Regrets untold

 

Trembling hands with fingers crossed

Type words I´ve forgotten

Thrown and tossed

 

You crafted your response

Seemed like a quiet

Place to bury your bones

 

Though parted by muted days

You found a way

To seem even further away

 

You couldn’t face the light

Left me your curses

Buried on my pillow

 

If the loving was not right

Why do my ships keep

Following your pale glow?

 

I followed planes across south seas

Came short of spite, came short of apathy

I walked along west scenery

And came across your memory

 

And thought the harbor air

Could ease my head

Of my despair

 

Now every walk alone

Reminds me of

The loving pain at home


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