page 1: "Bring Your School Books Outside"
page 2: "What Is It About Tuesdays"
Bring your school books outside
i want to tell you about a friend i had.
i want to sit in the damp grass and wring my hands
and say "This is bullshit,
everything anyone ever tells you is going to be bullshit
especially this kind of thing
but
i mean this,
this is true."
and mean it
like i sometimes do.
I want to push the hair from my eyes in a wise way
and have you look upon me in awe
for that gesture
while i pretend not to notice
and maintain a steady level of passionate speach.
I want you to know how honestly i've felt
i want to guide you out back to tell you all the world's Truths;
because i'm too lonely and mean to seduce you with my body
and because maybe this way
you'll never happen to see the truth
about me.
What is it about Tuesdays?
Like a tango in your lunchbox
I saw you dance to school
And I wanted you for my carnival
My instructor to destruct
Candycanes and it was December
I slipped a note in your November
You'll never find it unless you shake the notebook
And you just might, given the way you
Dance dance dance and all over the backlane
I wrote love poems in the rain
Muddy boots will you
Will you be all I ever bring home?
In my dreams I see you trip and fall
And I laugh so close I can taste your hair