The Perfect Moment
A creature of habit
it's really all out there
hanging dirty laundry
for all the world to see
Any one man to actually believe?
to cleave to this desperate point of view
well no, not you
not your type, as you destroy lives with subtle urgency
Everywhere I go
the weather turns warmer
and clothing seems to shrink altogether
perfect bodies, glowing tans
can't seem to meet these walking men
Maybe I have nothing to offer
but a critical eye
and some crocodile smile
They all seem to scatter after awhile
Really nothing in common
even their music sucks
disposable incomes
while I barely scrape by
I will wait
for the perfect moment
he will come
at the most awkward time
And we will dance on some great divide
hands in pockets
clutching our balls
wondering when we lost it all
mathiasthom
written 6/7/14
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