written 2004.11.01
uploaded 2004.12.18

"Little Miss Blue Lips"

Wanting her, crazy
That girl at the coffee shop there
On Heart Street and Romeo Way
Just down the road
With her blue lips and fingertips
Her tender brown hair
Silver books with obscure clichés like
The Riddles of Life and
Living to Find You
Placed gently in her mind
Simple-hued greens
Peering over half-scenes
To watch those around her
With that nonchalant view
Brush of a hand against loose lashes
That dance in the wind as if they’re burnt ashes
Simple and plain—probably emo, too—
The girl at the coffee shop
With her lips so blue.

Damascus Ochre