You and your sister
Live in a lemonworld
I want to sit in
And die.
You and your sister
Live in a lemonworld
Doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo
Matt Berninger
I’m tearing up old letters
To make a confetti shower
For one. At the bar tonight
There are fairy lights,
Old funk music
And limitless gin.
I am the life and soul.
I am on the outside
Looking in.
I have hit the wall
And can’t get over it.
Sing me a story.
Send me into raptures
That last
All night long.
None of this will matter
In the morning.
All will be forgotten
Or woebegone.
For I am a child of the 80s,
Growing older
By the day.
I know stickle bricks
And fuzzy felt,
Ways to wear
Hats badly,
And dance
Like a chicken
To make
Young women laugh.
But there it ends.
My reflection is no longer
My friend.
You’ll go home
With your sisters,
And take your partner
To parties,
And I’ll lie down
In darkness,
My heart in a twist,
Scouring the web
For a term
To limn
The shape I’m in.
I’ll dream about
Sticking pins
In a pinboard,
Skipping over a dance floor
With barely concealed grin,
Under a mirrorball
Glittering our faces
Like torn confetti.