Reality Bites

I bought a tooth brush

tooth paste

a flannel for my face.

Pajamas

a hair brush

new shoes

and a case.

I said to my reflection, "Let's get out of this place!"

Passed the church

and the steeple

and the laundry on the hill.

Billboards

and the buildings;

Memories of it still keep calling

and calling...

Lie to me baby

Move on.

BLAH. BLAH BLAH. BLAH BLAH.

Stare into the mirror and rub my eyes in disbelief

Until they fall in sweet liquid relief

In this selfish little home

Where I can finally be alone

To wear my soul

On the soles of my shoes.

In this bread crumb city

Electric ant hill

We watch the Atlantic fold in on itself

While the Pacific waits with bated breath

To hear of our skeletons mental health

Two lives connected by dead telephone wires

Our lies forgotten in witty satire

While your cryptic quotes ooze charmingly

Like the butterfly mutters to the bee;

"Don't come crying back to me, when there are no more flowers left to see"

Mark Mahoney

Pretty nice production by YvesSantLaurent, but then again, when is it not?