BRUSHED OFF

i'm sure it was fireworks at first sight
and the window centered the flares shadow
but while you stature yourself a quaint delight
that's as far as your courtesy would go
then you snuck into the bedroom
trust me, i ain't playin' stupid man
and while sex rainchecks were cashed in
it came to form and already began.

at first your ears would dilate
and then fold back into their own
but once i had anything important to say
you were on the first excuse back home
while i stood at the corner
and seen you fall vicariously from your bike
i decided i couldn't take the shit anymore
and i'd begin to plan the ultimate picket line strike.

does it matter if this attempted suicide jump
reminds me so much of you?
apparently not since maybe it's just me
or just this natured four story view.

does it bother you that someday
my face and the pavement might collide?
i doubt it since i've already
been brushed off to the sidewalk side.