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letra de poetry for a poverty-stricken college type - herndon

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poetry for a poverty-stricken college type

it was on a monday night
by ashtray fire fluorescent light
of all the things that we dismissed:
the trinity, the eucharist
the holy lips and tongues we’d kissed
you said the thing which you would miss
most of all was innocence
we chalked it up to providence

there’s no good way to say goodbye
i’ll get drunk and you’ll get high
all that counts is what we feel
but all our honesty we steal from covergirls and carpenters
we are far from amateurs
the hope which shines to light our way
are headlights turning night to day

the universe expands and shrinks
the waitress comes to top our drinks
the night is burned with cigarettes
coffee cups put me in debt
you spoke to me of descartes
i spoke to you of broken hearts
you said your hero was isaac newton
but i went home and read walt whitman

there’s no good way to say goodbye
i’ll get drunk and you’ll get high
all that counts is what we feel
but all our honesty we steal from covergirls and carpenters
we are far from amateurs
the hope which shines to light our way
are headlights turning night to day

the payphone rang a woman spoke
another cup another smoke
the conversation starts to lull
the fall of man, the clothes this fall
truck drivers spoke of driving wedges
while we spoke of dante’s heaven
you took my hand, i kissed your lips
the waitress earns another tip

there’s no good way to say goodbye
i’ll get drunk and you’ll get high
all that counts is what we feel
but all our honesty we steal from covergirls and carpenters
and though we’re far from amateurs
the hope which shines to light our way
are headlights turning night to day

© 1995 & 2011, allen herndon (bmi)

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