Paper Dreams

 Get a gripHold onthose are the things we saywhen we mean goodbyebut say hello instead… I am a lovera sad womanwho makes coffeeevery time she is mad. she does not say whather mind does not want to hearor know or bethe final stain of lipstickon a cup that is how you know it’s hers.you are, you are thirstyfor something besides waterfor something besides air you are standing by the windowcounting your cashwishing you were measuring kissesinstead of green paper dreams.A dollar is just that isn’t it?a dream?it is a promise, but it is nothingafter all but paper. Paper promises are the bestwe sign them, we give our signaturewithout reading the fine printin our eyes. You are, you are, you are worth morethan a song written in a bookabout music.I am, i am, worth lessthan your wordy promises. We take these promises to courtwe say i dobut we don’t.I contemplate throwing up my foodwhen you cut your wristsyou are just a band aid away from death.while i am a song away from certainty. I know, i know, you are bleedingbut I don’t prayinstead I decide to create dread lockswith fake hair on a doll that is dead. They say it’s voodooi say it’s tomorrowthey claim it is right nowwhat time is it really? these words are soot from a firethey are the atoms thatstarted the universeyou say, you say, you don’t believe me. i say i am a liaryou say, so what?i tell you i will hurt youyou say, so when? we are all waiting for painat a bus stopwith graffiti on our backsand piercings on our tongues. you promised you would betrayme so I waited patientlyfor the knife in my chestbut you drew a picture instead. You call it artI call it my faceyou say i have never seen you beforeyou say it is your face. As if you can own an imageeven if it’s for salethe faces on paper moneywe are, we are all made of paper.nina