Everything She Said II

Early one evening maybe half passed ten
I wander down a moody street
Walking near a red light
looking for no one to meet
But music played
and I was swayed
to turn into their curve
Without a plastic yeah yeah for everything I heard

They circle to an entrance from a darkened hall
I follow just to do the same
Stepping over muddied shoe prints
intent not to play their game
They wipe their feet
but their drumbeat
always sounds the same
Like practiced plastic yeah yeahs to everything she said

I ramble in with a curious mob
Who claim it like their own birthplace
Climbing empty barstools to sit on their real face
They wouldn’t heel
until her kneel
Just like a vagrant bird
And hearing plastic yeah yeahs in everything she said

I stood in the middle of a crowded room
As posers sold themselves to deaf ears
With mediocre pitch lines
delivered like a souvenir
There’s a motel key
that they conceal
bulging in their pants
While weaving plastic yeah yeahs to everything she said

Walking to the corner over near the bar
Where newbies drink fresh courage on ice
To lift their hopes and stories
from dropping like snake eyes
The tip they leave
is their conceit
to blow their own ego
While bobbing plastic yeah yeahs to everything she said

I moved to the exit as the crowd thinned out
No scoring but they played a game
With tried and trusted pitch lines
That always end  the same
They carry on
as their own pawn
they never even think
To drop the plastic yeah yeahs to everything she said

 

I generally don’t do commentary, but this one is special. This piece sat with only the forth stanza for quite some time; a year actually.  Honestly, I really like those lines (especially ‘with mediocre pitch lines delivered like a souvenir’) and wanted every line as good. Well, they aren’t, but I like it on the whole. Anyway, I tried time and again to write this. Nothing.  Nearly quite writing because of it.  In trying to write this, I eventually wrote Everything She Said.  The forth stanza here mutated into the first stanza of the first (She approached me in a crowded room Her foreplay as short as her skirt..’) Over the last few days the rest of this piece came. The style and meter of the two are pretty much the same, but the meaning behind the words is quite different.

Phot0 Checkered Passed and composition “Everything She Said II” by me. Finally! 🙂

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4 thoughts on “Everything She Said II

  1. “Walking to the corner over near the bar
    Where newbies drink fresh courage on ice
    To lift their hopes and stories
    from dropping like snake eyes
    The tip they leave
    is their conceit
    to blow their own ego
    While bobbing plastic yeah yeahs to everything she said”

    Amazing!

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