09 November 2011

Lost In Your Eyes

Lost In Your Eyes (Debbie Gibson 1989) 11/9

When I’m lost I can’t let go
There is a party going on and I’m gouging cookies
Knowing what I’m headed for

I pay for sex in apartments full of life-sized photographs
These black and white faces are edged in spokes
When I’m lost I can’t let go

I writhe on a table a horror movie victim
This party is for some guy I barely know and want to fuck
Knowing what I’m headed for

I listen to Radiohead and think about melting
I rethink my stance on poetry
When I’m lost I can’t let go

The sky is a myth it rains like watercolors turning puddle
Spotting the sidewalk like some period panties
Knowing what I’m headed for

I arch my back and think about cats
Then I turn my mind over and the party spills on the floor
When I’m lost I can’t let go
Knowing what I’m headed for