Pageant day

On the deck, listening to life's rich pageant, with only tejano radio
and the dogs whip whipping themselves into packs for competition.
No, I don't want to hang out.

An all-night dj at the break of the morning. Without a voice.
A spectacular contest of beauty, which only time and today
can ever win. No, I don't want to hang out.

The tip of Texas. The water that runs down your cheek when you drink.
I don't want to hang out, but I want to race all the way to the finish
and find again there nothing, nothing, nothing.

No, I don't want to hang out.

Hey, blue. This Saturday is almost like New England, with stranger
and brighter corners. This song is almost like the one I listened to before.
The waves of it are all the same, but it's swimming in a different ocean.

No, I don't want to hang out. Will you come over?
posted by Adam at 12:31 PM [edit]