parking stubs

wired
thinking of
the parking stub
living in my dash
just a little reminder
freedom's easy to catch
but girls like you are wicked
want what you can't get
want the greener vibrant grass
want the wrong
to feel the wrath
but there's another parking stub
living in your dash
what lived inside my wallet
now lives with your cigarettes
and i don't have to look
to know that it's still there
i see it in the burning eyes
the softest looks you wear
but girls like me are bold
want what is denied
want a single blinding goal
the singleness of heart
want the shining girl thing
the beating hurting breast
the tragedy of beauty
restlessness of content
want the blurring blue eyes
potential of a god
want you in the mornings
and nights
and all along

and you could hang it all on
her possibilty
and i can hang it all on
week old parking stubs
olivia bitting 2001

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