Criminal Chelsea, raccoon eyes.
Go to art school. Make all the guys
fall in love, for once, with something other
than impressing each other.
I’m cruising through the curves and the closes of the city I kept
somewhere, like a streetlight star chart, in my head.
Hilltop gives out beneath me and I’m spilling through the city like fog
forgetting fog’s a liquid that’s forgotten not to try to get up.
Used to know her whole face just as well as I know my smug own,
but, at best, it’s a distortion now. Some seafoam, rolled and blown.
Predictably-unfinished needlepoint, threads hanging long.
Course, when I linger in the mirror, my own face is so gone.
When I linger in the mirror lately, my own face is so gone.
When I linger in the mirror lately, my own face is so gone.
Criminal Chelsea, raccoon eyes.
Go to art school. Make all the guys
fall in love, for once, with something other
than impressing each other.
It thuds my chest to think about:
I love you more,
I love you now,
I love you how
I hoped I still could love.
But, if it does get murky — your picture in my mind —
there’ll be no rope to tow me back from the brackish brine,
so I keep my drive,
I keep my drive alive, yeah.
Criminal Chelsea, raccoon eyes.
Go to art school. Make all the guys
fall in love, for once, with something other
than impressing each other.
Criminal Chelsea, never compromise.
Paint yourself in perfect light.
Fall in love, for once, with something better
than being remembered.
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