time flies

when you're holding onto bottles

with chipped fingernails

& feathers knotted in your hair...

the whoever knows doesn't care look,

or maybe it was that last breath/glance/kiss you took.

(damn, life likes to leave you messied & shook)

but babe i've got the line & the hook,

the truth to the stars,

the man on the moon &

his lover on mars,

silly you, silly me, it's ain't in those bars

or bottles

labeled 'drink me',

or pink pills with pouty lipped 'eat me's,

it's empty birdcages

& love notes from you,

it's past springs & new things

and a Love that can stay True.

it's me & it's you & it's us & it's then & it's now & whenever/somehow..

chin up, darling.

we've still got the world by it's tail

so let's tame it now!