Dizzy Gillespe

exploring the skies with sugarplum faries in my eyes.
thinking of her, the starlight, the city.
always in the in, always in the know.
now i collapse into my beer and wish she were here.
just goes to show i'm a torn heart sleeved hopeless.
romantics get the best of me. why can't i find her next to me.
shaw nuff plays and i belong there.
what is my mind, but a bitter babble in the sub-atomic matter of fact i can't even act right.
will we meet again and will she? if i spilled my guts and gave in to sin.
should i try to find her? should i wait? is she remembering me waiting for a moment of clarity?
she waits on tables. i fall in fables. flibberty jib. i'm not beat, i'm trying to live.
the starlight, huh? little italy?
a mental cruise to find me jailed and bruised all for the sake of my snake skin heart.
should i fall apart again tonight?
to choose would be like lover woman, where can you be?
moon above me, no one to love me.
my simple pleasures of my ordinary life, i no longer seek to bleed, to strife.
i'm stifled and shiver. and i drown in my self pity.
all for the skae of life in the shitty.
oh, but if i could i would, if i can i plan on brooming her feet off on top of that downtown night.
but i'm just not good enough. nobody really cares.
i'd rather have a memory than a dream.
but my heart says she fits in the seams.
i've always been brave enough against chance.
i'll ask her for a dance.
those fingers full of stories untold to these nightmare ears.
but now i see clear and long to intertwine them between mine.
the time is pressing. to my self depressing in my self proclaimed fartsy art.
i'm a closet clothless. open to the public, a bit inebriated, but still open.
truth be told i held my soul for too long, and now i'm sung songless.
baren foliage on a branch less bush. the emptiness between nucleus and membrain.
sub-atomic pain. i'm under the nuclear rain without hat or sugarcane.
but dizzy gillespe gets me. dizzy and bird too. so what else is new?