the Notes and Scratches

City of Egg Timers

Summer falls into an autumn
beset by frost suddenly.
Cross it off. Another to-do list
abandoned unfinished.

I live in a city of egg timers
buzzing incessantly
I live with a sickly devotion
that’s now in remission.

I’m tossing matchsticks into a teacup.
They pop and spark and hiss and go out.
An overcast sky is a promise,
a hope, but for what?

My lips linger on airports and
tow trucks and vending machines.
Cash out. My ledger’s full
of half-assed apologies

I’ll deny it if you’re right.
Then I’ll keep quiet for awhile.
Flashbacks thick on hazy nights.
I’d forgive this given time.

posted by joshua
filed under Lyrics


said on monday, november 27th, 2006 at 03:22 pm

Still my favorite song…