Lost Cause

She dangles a cigarette
Though she doesn't smoke
From the edge of her lips
So easy to kiss
And I trace the outline
With my fingertips

I'm not what you see
And not unlike me
All these fixtures and poses
And pictures of Moses
Parting the Red Sea

I'm trying not to be
Someone like me
So pardon my motives
But I didn't think you'd notice...me

It's just as it seems
And sometimes it is
An overstated and obvious
Underrated lost cause like me

And you left a note
In your Bronte prose
Not for the casual and cavalier
But with a cavernous tone
And I can picture you there
In the finest of clothes
With your hands in the air
And your Jesus Christ pose

And that look that you give me
Like you know something
No one else knows

Mozart on a railing from a
Symphony he composed
And Bogart was hailing a taxi
In a black and white dream
With a single red rose

An oncoming train
In a Freudian scheme
And Citizen Kane
Repeating the same thing
Carl Gustav just laughed
And said "its all just a dream"
In the hierarchy of things

It's always something
And nothing to be
Your eyes green as apples
And your poetry flows
In your jeans and your t-shirt
And your Jesus Christ pose
But what did you ever give up
For me?

written by gary unpingco
copyright © 2008