Monday, December 19, 2011

Tis the Season Vol.2 Song 5- The Twilight Singers - Teenage Wristband



Let's just call it a non-descript friday night, our hero is zipping through the city, from the bottoms to the tops, in one seedy bar downing black pints and debating the merits of Cormac McCarthy and J. Spaceman, high on those little blue pills, the sweet warmth of the poppy tingling around in his veins and then he lights his cigarette and heads to the door to fly through tunnels and up hills to land on a street that overlooks this place he calls home, he pulls up a stool next to a most fetching lass, and she smiles and he smiles and he orders another black pint and lays a cigarette on the bar and looks into these stunning eyes and they talk about things and she leans in closer and says, "you wanna go for a ride?" and a devilish grin creeps across his face and he says "uh-huh" and they laugh and make for the exit, her hand easily slipping into his and as the cold air crackles, he laughs and says "break it easy to your boyfriend" and she laughs back and says, "i got thirteen hours to kill and i wanna stay up all night" and the stars burn down with their ancient light...

2 comments:

sybil law said...

Aaaahhhh.. memories...

id said...

i dig the story. i can't help but picture it all in my head and i can feel that buzzy excitement. mm, love your writing, but i'm sure i've probably said that before somewhere.