Hawaiian Shirts In The Electric Chair by Scott Laudati - HTML preview

i’ve been tricked

before

“i don’t usually do this”

will make a man

carry you

down the street,

carry you

in

his mind

flat stomach

still

after all those drinks,

your help with the bra

“i wish my breasts were bigger”

i don’t

no age

pink

like you were born

yesterday

“i like you”, you say,

“let’s wait”

i leave

smiling

at cats on the sidewalk

a week

later

all i have

is a memory

and a cd with your songs.

i didn’t realize

you

were the

now or never

kind

i still carry you

hoping

you’ll

look back.

in my mind, down the street,

i found a little bit

more

to give you

but time doesn’t

smile

when

you’re alone.

the only thing

left

is empty the ashtray

And

move on

to the next disappointment