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Things were amazing when you lived in LA
Things were sublime up in the East Bay
Then you landed in England's grey London town
Again things were great
You say you're a writer but what can you say
When each night ends another perfect day
When a week in a hostel was a fabulous stay
You're just too out of reach
It's hard to swallow your big bright pills
The one I want to ask how do you really feel
Can you dim the lights for just a few minutes
Lose the phrases the overused snippets
You're living among the grime and the soot
A scene straight out of a Charles Dickens book
Ain't got no man to give you no love
A kiss on the cheek a welcome home hug
You say you're a poet but I've not read a line
Just seeing the notebook the cover and spine
You say you're a poet but how much rhymes
With everything's perfect at all times
You left for Rome and Paris France
Came back home in a born again trance
You met me for lunch so late one day
Out of breath with so much to say
We sat down together in a sturdy earphone
I squinted hard but could not feel your tone
I looked on at endless two inch frames
Thinking Christ they're all the fucking same
What's beneath your glow and your gleam
What's not in the picture baby
Others start somewhere on your skin
And are there more deeper you're writing
Tell me about when you were a kid
Did someone you know drive off of a cliff
Did you get picked on by your big brother
What are you carrying What are you smothering
Is something crawling on you that bugs
Is something eating away at your guts
Is something slithering down in the drain
Is something swimming around in your veins
You say that you're happy here in this place
Staring off into internet space
Trying to hit a magic button
Wake up only next to no one
Next to your laptop and your slick phone
And your book of allergic poems
You're my friend and you know I love you
Open up babe no I won't judge you
I'm an artist it's all that I've got
I know when I see one and baby you're not
A poet knows that not much rhymes
With everything's perfect at all times
Say you're a poet but I've not read a line
Just seeing the notebook the cover and spine
You say you're a poet but not much rhymes
With everything's perfect at all times