now leave me alone
i'll dig up my bone
don't even pretend
you're still my friend
don't telephone
don't tell anyone
we drove from home
a mere week ago
i missed you so
gave you a lift
and what a gift
you gave me a ride
invited me inside
of course i wanted more
so i opened the door
and climbed all those stairs
to be with a friend who cares
and what a view
when i finally had you
wearing those high heeled shoes
it's hard for me to choose
5 foot seven and hips of heaven
or bourbon whiskey and the open sea
leave me alone
i'll play with my bone
don't even pretend
you're still my friend
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
Friday, October 22, 2010
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